The Princess

 This weekend we went for a hike with the princess and her friends.  Elizabeth is quite serious about being a princess.  We talk and read books about being a strong princess and that princesses can be in many different forms.  It is interesting to see what she absorbs from these conversations.

 The other day I found her standing in front of the mirror looking concerned.  She was in an outfit I had pulled out.
'Mom I don't feel like a princess in this outfit.'
'Why not bug?'
'Well there is not any pink or purple and its just not like a princess!'
'Oh well don't princesses dress in different colors.'
'Mom I remember that story about the princess from other places that wear other colors but I live in Seattle and in Seattle princesses wear pink and purple.  I'm a Seattle princess.'

 Another day she said 'Mom when I grow up I need to marry a prince.'
'Oh really.  Why do you need a prince?'
'Well momma I need someone to do the cooking!'

The only thing she may love more than being a princess is her lovie.  Every single day when we get home she literally runs to get her lovie.  Every day when we leave the house lovie is given one final kiss.  If Henry is crying she will bring lovie over and rub his cheek with it to help him feel better.