Go ahead. Just try to look at little Piper with her pixie cut and not smile. I dare you. Double dog dare you. Can’t, can you?
Me, neither. This was taken the summer she turned two. She’s still dressing in fancy skirts. She still likes high heels. She still makes us laugh. And Piper still spreads magical pixie dust through our days.
piperism 
I have three young boys so it’s so fun to…vicariously…experience the life of a parent with a girl. She is precious!
Thanks! I’m glad you’re enjoying piperism. I have older brothers and was more of a tomboy growing up, so I wasn’t quite prepared for the girl stuff either. They come prewired, though. The more I parent, the more I’m convinced it’s all nature and very little nurture. Piper just came out a piper.
That she is!