The Little Girl With The Curl

I have lately shared so much about my oldest ten year old treasure, but here she is,my three year old baby, the little girl with the little curl right in the middle of her forehead.
You may remember the poem, how when she was good she was very good,but when she was bad... she was horrid. Yep, thats my girl right down to her delectably subversive blue fingernails.
Speaking of blue. Blue sunblock seems like such a good idea, that is until my Noli gets a hold of it and dumps it on the ONLY carpeted area in the house. Sure, blue sunblock disappears on the skin, but NOT on the carpet. My little girl with the curl, then looks up at me with those blue eyes and says," Mommy, I very love you."
The time has come for a room redecoration. I'll be keeping most of the goodies , but using more pink.That request , ofcourse, from the princess herself. The doll dresses were made by both her grandma and great gran, the table and chairs, mine when I was little. These are the before shots. I hope she "very loves" the after!"