Stressed Out!

Dear Isabella,

I'm sorry that I'm behind on updating. Actually, it' because of you that I'm behind. You are now officially a "handful." Really. A handful. You require an incredible amount of attention. A mere shopping trip that used to take 10 minutes can now take an hour. You have many rituals and are fascinated by everything, so life is now much more complicated.

A couple of things that have happened since I've last written:

You had your first pedicure. At first you weren't so sure, but soon you warmed to it and the forbidden Sprite that you were served. It's okay, they let Mommy have wine. Just yesterday you cried because your nails were chipped. I tried to calm you by telling you that I would touch it up. You exclaimed, "No! Lady do it." Apparently you now require the services of professionals, only.

We went to Nashville last weekend. You loved rolling your "case" through the lobby, riding the glass elevator, and swimming in the pool (but only with a dry suit).

You are obsessed with PBJs and will eat them all day long. This is wonderful when we are at home, but terrible when we are in a restaurant that doesn't offer PBJ.

You wear a "diamond crown" every day. Actually, it's a rhinestone headband, but you can't leave home without it. You also can't leave home in shorts, pants, or even a skirt. Only dresses will do. The fancier the better. Perhaps you've read too many princess books.

You love to sing and dance.

You are a delight. A lot of work, but a delight.