Daddy was out of town this weekend and we missed him terribly. We found solace in making music, making pizza and staying in ballerina/tinkerbell/princess wear all weekend long. (Gramma, mom wanted me to point out the cornucopia atop the piano. She thinks you'll be happy about this although you have some convincing to do on my part--what's the point of that much inedible food? I had to try the grapes to make sure, and sure enough. Inedible.) Halloween and all of its zaniness helped unearth my inner passion for dress up. The shelves here are Stage One of organizing the many scarves, tiaras and tutus we've managed to collect in my short three years...