pink milk and heart-shaped shortbread

Have I told you that it's really different having a daughter? The hectic pace of the school dropoffs and the playdates and the holiday planning can really leave my head spinning. But lately, I have come to notice the pleasure of keeping company with Mademoiselle Clara Margot. Last spring, on a PMA field trip, I was wearing her in her sling when I found a moment to sneak away from the tour. I brought her into the Grace Kelly exhibit. It was a magnificent display of her wedding dress. Ivory lace and regally cut, we both stood there looking at it, noticing things, I think only a Mom and her daughter can notice.

So now during the 45 minute studio portion of their museum class, we head to the cafe for a little traditional snack: pink milk and heart-shaped shortbread. I leave her stroller in the studio and we walk hand in hand and I don't even need to show my member card to the cashier anymore. I can give the exact 3.80 before having to chase after Clara, doing her Frankenstein jog past the registers.

I don't think Tinkerbell make-up exists anymore. I resorted this morning to the "Little Diva" department at Five Below where I was delighted (and slightly nauseatued by) the shocking array of girl makeup but managed to find glitter nail polish in a teeny bottle that looks like a strawberry. C'est la vie avec ma petite mademoiselle!