Ponytails and Braids

November 7th was a VERY big day in the Reeves household. 'Why?' you might ask, knowing that Bradyn has long surpassed the big milestones of eating solid food, her first tooth, crawling, her first trip to the ER, walking, talking, laughing, dancing, singing, throwing tantrums, and being what we will politely call 'willful'.

On November 7th, Bradyn let me put a ponytail in her hair and...... she left it in! She was so proud of her special hairdo, and kept smiling at herself in the mirror, checking it out from all different angles. Being the proud mommy I am, I had to tell everyone who would listen that day, about my baby looking like a little girl.

Now, imagine my uncontrollable glee when I arrived to pick Bradyn up from daycare and discovered that instead of a ponytail, she was sporting French braids! Katrina, one of Brady's 'teachers', has now become Bradyn's personal hairdresser. Every morning I leave barrettes, elastics and a comb in Brady's diaper bag so Bradyn can get her 'Fancy Hair' done (time-permitting, during her very busy fun-filled days of course).

She's growing up so fast, and really doesn't look like a baby anymore. It makes me sad but, at the same time, I'm so excited about the prospect of going to the spa and doing 'girly' things together as she gets older.


Her first official ponytail.

French braids - can you even believe it? I still pinch myself when I see them.

Cuddling with Daddy.

Does she not look like a big girl?

Dancing to her favourite group, The Wiggles.

Happy Halloween

This year, Bradyn had two Halloween costumes.

For our mommy group party, after a LOT of coaxing, Miss Bradyn finally donned the gorgeous 'princess' dress I picked up for her in London - it was too big, but I couldn't resist. She looked absolutely beautiful and I got goosebumps thinking about future proms and maybe even a wedding one day. Once I had the ballet slippers and headband on, my princess vision looked more like a ballerina, but she looked great. The best part was, after all the crying we endured getting her into the dress, she wouldn't let me take it off.

On Halloween, I wanted to send her off to daycare in festive wear, but the only daycare-friendly-wear I had was my Old Navy pumpkin shirt. It was huge but, once I got it on her, there was no getting in off. Add a black and orange hat and Voila! Although we didn't go out to trick or treat, she had a great time answering the door and handing out candy. It was so fun to watch her reactions to the kids that came to the door - squeals of excitement, cautious observation, backing away in fear and the constant chatter of 'scary ghost', 'knock on door', 'red eyes', 'scary music', 'more candy'. By next year she'll have 'Trick or Treat' down cold.