Little girls dress like little girls in France; sweet collars, puffed sleeves, oh my.  Sophie was in desperate need of jammies and I was happily surprised to see these sweet cotton jammies at Monoprix (think Target). 

They have little red buttons, puffed sleeves and gathered ankles.  I was doubly pleased that Sophie loved them.  She has her own style, I'm not sure what you would call it.....eclectic tomboy chic. 

Oh, she can look so feminine and I wish she liked dresses and all things girly. 

She never liked princesses, never dressed up.  She dressed up as a cat for years.  She would crawl around meowing, eating out of a bowl on the floor if I let her (which I sometimes did).  Now she is a horse, pushing into our legs, nuzzling us and nah'ing.  She ran like a horse for months, with her neck sticking forward, head still, galloping; finally Dan told her it was not good for her to run that way and now when she does we tell her to "run like a girl" and she stops galloping and runs like a human being. 

Oh, I love my crazy curly girl!  Sophie, I love your confidence and your sense of style!!  Don't ever change.