Pictures and schtuff
Last night, my family went to the Trail of Lights. And today I bought a dress, with which I might audition for schools. I haven't decided if it's formal enough yet. Comments?
Also, I'm not wearing any makeup. And when my mom used a flash, it sort of made me look crazed. Well, I am.
No flash--aww, so pretty.
With a flash. Eeek!
Best thing about that dress--it's a size 6. That's right. I've gone from a size 14 to a size 6 in nine months. (Okay, it's a flowy dress...I'm actually a size 10. Or, as my mom said, "They must have mis-sized this one." Thanks, Mom. Not helping the body image issues.)
Awww, the Little Family at the Trail of Lights. My hat looks like a Winkie hat, like from the Wizard of Oz. Actually, it's a beanie, but it just wouldn't stay on my head for some reason.
Mom liked the train, so she took Grayson's and my picture in front of it. I like the insane snowman engineer.
Oooo light tunnel. It made me dizzy.
Aren't we cute. I couldn't get any closer to the very muddy ground without sitting in it. Note that I am the dog.
Dad in front of the big tree, making an intentionally strange face.
Gray, Dad and I under the tree, making intentionally nice faces.
What happens if you spin under the tree.
Also, I'm not wearing any makeup. And when my mom used a flash, it sort of made me look crazed. Well, I am.
No flash--aww, so pretty.
With a flash. Eeek!
Best thing about that dress--it's a size 6. That's right. I've gone from a size 14 to a size 6 in nine months. (Okay, it's a flowy dress...I'm actually a size 10. Or, as my mom said, "They must have mis-sized this one." Thanks, Mom. Not helping the body image issues.)
Awww, the Little Family at the Trail of Lights. My hat looks like a Winkie hat, like from the Wizard of Oz. Actually, it's a beanie, but it just wouldn't stay on my head for some reason.
Mom liked the train, so she took Grayson's and my picture in front of it. I like the insane snowman engineer.
Oooo light tunnel. It made me dizzy.
Aren't we cute. I couldn't get any closer to the very muddy ground without sitting in it. Note that I am the dog.
Dad in front of the big tree, making an intentionally strange face.
Gray, Dad and I under the tree, making intentionally nice faces.
What happens if you spin under the tree.