She's a girl, all right.

This morning, I was sitting on my bed watching the Today show (the kids take over the plasma downstairs for their cartoons) and Ella came dancing up the stairs. She got up into bed with me and demanded that I get my brush. I thought she wanted to brush her hair, which is usually a fuzzball halo around her head in the mornings, but she actually wanted to brush mine. She spend about ten to fifteen minutes brushing my hair while singing nonsense songs. It was actually so cute I wanted to get a video camera, but then I selfishly remembered that I was still in my pajamas, with no makeup, and she'd been brushing my hair so much that it was starting to stick up - not a mean trick, considering my hair is down past my shoulder blades right now. I was also afraid that she would lose interest if I left.

She likes to have me put makeup on her when she sees me doing mine - I will consent to a little blush and chapstick occasionally- and she asks often for hair bows, although they rarely last more than thirty-two seconds in her hair. Her little cousin Danika always has the cutest hairstyles, which I often wish I could replicate, but Ella usually won't leave anything in her hair alone. She wants them, but then she tears them out - but don't try to put anything in unless she asks! Unless you're tired of being able to hear, of course.

She even talked me into buying her a little Disney Princess lip gloss thingy that we found in the Target dollar section, which she smeared all over her face when we got home. (When I say "talked me into" I mean she wouldn't put it back and turned on the cute, which she uses like a lethal weapon these days.) I think Disney must spike the water supply with pink fairy dust or something to get all the little girls to fall in love with princesses.

Ella quote: "Pur-pie!" (Translation: "Surprise!" Said while playing peekaboo.)

Lear quote: "Ella, look out the window! It snowed last night! Everything is snowderized!"