I Wish I Was a Ballerina

Paige and I had a date at In-N-Out the other day. She was in a chatty mood, so we had fun.
She said things in such a grownup way. I told her I need to make something for my cousin Michelle and her baby, and I told her the baby's a boy. She said, all girly and grown up sounding: "Oh, how exciiiiiting!"

Yesterday Grammy took us girls to watch a ballet. Neely wasn't AT ALL happy on the drive there. I sat in the backseat with her, and I think me being that close but not getting her out and holding her, made her mad. She started off with a sad cry, but after a while she was pretty mad too, trying to hulk out of her carseat straps while she cried.

The big girls were happy though, and excited, and really cute together in the backseat.
We stopped for some Tylenol, and I fed Neely as soon as we found our seats. I thought she'd be asleep after nursing, but then she sat up, smiling, and watched the first couple of dances. She started getting excited, and was talking and cooing loudly. I wondered if she was loud enough to be distracting people, so I fed her some more and she slept through the rest of it.

The littlest group of girls did a really cute dance, with rainbow tutus and balloons tied to their wrists, to the song from Up. It was so cute.

Neely woke up from her nap, still happy.
And we went to Red Robin.
We had a fun girl's day.

Then we came home and Neely sat herself up for the first time. She's been able to support herself sitting for a while, as long as I PUT her in a sitting position. But this was the first time she moved from lying on her belly to sitting, all by herself. We missed the first one, but a while later she did it again, and I sprinted for the camera, making it back just in time to get a picture of her from the nose down, just as she burped and spit up. Haha.
Oh well, just know she can do it and she's proud of herself.