Flower Girl Meltdown

Last night, Mom let my niece Lily try on her flower girl dress a) to see if they sized pretty true and b) because Lily is a super girly girl that would love a few minutes of dress up. Mom dressed her up, complete with flowers in her hair and let her prance around for a few minutes. She was so proud of herself that she wouldn't let Mom get a picture of the back of the dress, only "the face," she said. Only two-and-a-half and she's already voguing.

So then Mom, in an effort to link this pretty dress with her flower-girl duties, said, "Lily, you know that Ella, Sienna, and Gabrielle will all be flower girls, too."

Tears. Oh the tears. Mom said Lily just sobbed. I was worried that she wanted to be the only flower girl, which would prove troublesome a) when the other three walked out and b) when I booted her cute little tail down the aisle as she posed all the way to the alter.

After several minutes of sobby tears, Mom finally realized that Lily thought she'd have to share flower girl duties and, more importantly, her new pretty, twirly dress. Mom tried to convince her otherwise, but ended up having to drag out all the other dresses and lay them out before she got Lily to stop crying.

Poor kid! Imagine being given something you loved (new dress! new shoes! poofy everything!) then thinking you had to *gasp* share it. She and Mom both agreed that this one would be "Lily's dress," but the photos Mom got are priceless... a little tear-stained Lily standing proudly in her new twirling dress.

Have I mentioned that I love my nieces? Boy do I love them.