rock stars

I was actaully going to attempt French braids this morning, and put a pigtail in E's hair to keep it out of the way. She said she'd rather have two like that. Heaven forbid I do any more work than absolutely necessary, especially work that would involve certain so-close-to-5-years-old-you-can taste-it yelling me for pulling her hair, so we rolled with that style instead. Needless to say, the girls were thrilled that I did their hair like that.

 

 

 

 

The girls are on a big music kick 'round these parts, so the necklaces around their necklaces are their "guitars" (or "gibtars", if you A).

In the pictures you can also see that E rediscovered the Hannah Montana microphone that John bought her a few months ago. It had been confiscated at some point and put on the top of the refrigerator where it was all but forgotten. And then John had to be all Hey, E...let me carry you around on my shoulders so you can see what's on top of the fridge and she found it. And has resumed playing it non-stop. Except now the battery is dying so instead of it sounding like an annoying Hannah Montana song sung by Hannah Montana, it sounds like an annoying Hannah Montana song sung by Hannah Montana possessed by the devil (a la Marlena from Days of Our Lives circa 1995).