As it turns out, Hannah is becoming one of *those* little girls. I had heard about them, but had never experienced one first hand. One of those little girls that LOVE clothes, so much so, that they change fifty million times a day.
This is new territory for us, as her older sister, well, let's just say is a freer spirit. Lindsay would rather not wear anything. Whenever we get home from anywhere, within two minutes, she has her shoes, socks, and pants stripped. It's to the point where I've stopped begging her to please wear pants. I'm just glad she's wearing underwear, at least.
Hannah, however, is usually wearing clothes. She loves clothes, to the point where every hour, she's wearing something new. She's very creative with her ensembles as well, which makes for great Twitter fodder: http://twitter.com/midgetinvasion/status/9212824565 She shows no discrimination between hers and her sister's clothes. As long as it's girly, it'll do.
I told the hubby last night that it's very telling of things to come. I envision a future where the girls are teenagers and Lindsay is screaming at Hannah "You stole that out of my closet, didn't you?!?"
I may move to Fiji by then. I hear it's beautiful.