Elise has always had a fun style of her own. Her favorite thing to wear has long been a button-up shirt tucked into her pants with a belt. I believe the love for this style started with a crush that she had on a little boy named Diego, in preschool. She saw him with his slicked back hair and tucked in shirts, and knew that is what it took to look good!
She has also proven to have an amazing ablity to fix hair at a young age. She was the first of our children to be able to do her own ponytail. That began in preschool, and now, in kindergarten, she has begun doing some pretty fun things. Here is a picture of her two weeks ago after she went into the bathroom and did her hair completely on her own. I was pretty impressed. She has since come up with many more, all very good, and imaginative.
The last thing that I have to share about Elise is that she has been talking about getting her ears pierced for awhile, and we finally did it. But did I take her to the store to do both ears at once, nope, not me!! I am not that kind of mom! I am the kind that goes and buys an ear piercing gun and does it herself. Everything went great, until we had to do the second ear. The first one caused a scream and some tears, but how can you convince a child to do it again?
I attempted waiting until she told me I could do again, but I soon realized, she was never going to say, "Shoot me again, Mom." So I asked her if I could do it real quick when she didn't even know. She kind of agreed, and I took that as a yes, so I had her begin counting the freckles on her nose. She began telling me she idn't know how when, yes you guessed it, another scream and more tears were heard from my bathroom.
She did it though, her ears are now peirced :)
Oh, I fogot to mention, my ear piercing gun only lets you use ugly earings, so then I had to switch it out with the pretty hearts, which took me pulling out the ugly one, and basically re-piercing through the back of the ears with the pretty heart earings, since the hole had closed up within a second of the earing being taken out. We got it though, and she didn't even cry through that part (I think because I hid the fact that it was bleeding).
I'm a good mom, right? :)