for the past couple nights i've been reading charlotte a little poem about a butterfly .... something like,
butterfly on my shoulder, never does it stay touches me on the shoulder, then it flies away.
she likes when i touch her on the shoulder with my "butterfly" (aka hand) and then make it fly away. she giggles and says, "no mommy!" and squeals... and then i saw THIS dress today, and i know exactly how she feels. holy cow is that awesome. not usually does a frock make me stop and takes my breath away, but this sure did. instead of more cowbell, i need more butterfly.