The curls are back and dad's gonna be in trouble
Hey-la-day-la the curls are back.
Now sing that to the tune of The Angels' My Boyfriend's Back.
When I saw the girlies playing outside today, that was the first thing that came to mind (it's the first real humid and extra-warm day of the season). Every winter Spence and I wonder if the girls are losing their curls. They're still there during the cold, dry months, but just looser and less obvious. But, like clockwork, every spring they come back in full force to prove us wrong. Here's the proof:
Scarlett recently decided to try her hand at climbing the window panes. She was a little too successful for her own good.
Also, we're really mean parents.
The girls decided that this was the best way to turn themselves into butterflies. Lucky for us, this was the Friday before General Conference weekend, so we didn't have to take them to church with faint pink lines still on their faces. They're extra-lucky I'm not showing you the clothes-off pictures for posterity's sake. They did a wicked purple and blue number on their tummies.
That is all.
Enjoy your weekend!