Who knew we had our own little Hermione.
Now if we could just teach her to sing and tap dance . . .
Perhaps we should start calling her Baby Posh?
This requires quite the stretch of imagination and a severe suspension of disbelief.
The girls at Darden waiting for Mark to get out of class so that they can go trick-or-treating. Jane obviously has other ideas of what she'd rather be doing instead of taking pictures.
The UVA Lawn
Millie on the front porch swing in her mermaid pose. We loved the wig, she didn't, so we compromised. She happily donned it so I could get some pictures, and then she didn't have to wear it trick-or-treating. It's especially poofy because she while we were trying to get it to work, she kept pulling it off.
A sweet Ariel, without the wig.
Abby was in seventh heaven all day.
Mark was able to coax a smile from Jane even though she was under the weather.
The girls playing in the leaves on our way home from trick-or-treating.





Let's eat cake!