Okay so having little kids is just one photo op after another. Stella (1 yo) has been wanting to be part of just about everything that Marina (4 yo) is doing, as long as she is quick enough to catch on. Chocolate, check. Scissors, check. Beads, check. Painting, check. Pens, check. Ballerina outfits, check. The list goes on. With the dangerous-for-babies endeavors we deal with Stella's upset at not being able to be included, but some of the other things, like messy endeavors . . . oh well, I am resigned to cleaning them up by myself for the next couple years. Wait how many years did you say?!?
Baby Ballerina: I safety pinned one of Marina's outfits to fit Stella (why do they call them safety pins when they have a really sharp needle at one end?)
Marina in a matching ballet dress, showing off her watercolor artwork on the windows
Baby Blue-Eyed Ballerina
The cat can finally appreciate Marina's petting skills
"Bunny Bear" on the Bear Chair
Stella told me, above picture, that she was giving baby some "booby". She loves her babies. We haul them into stores, take them in strollers, feed them, and fetch them out ofthe car when they are missing from the house. All at Stella's insistence. 
Marina and the ever-lovable PJ the cat. He was born and raised at our house with the girls around and is incredibly tolerant of their noise, energy, and hugs. He, in fact, seems to thrive on it. What a sweetie. PJ was named after a pony that Marina became attached to at the Island County fair a year ago. After trying out several other names on him, the name PJ fit just right. 
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