She wore them all the time. All. The. Time. This picture (one of many) was taken in September of 2002, about a month before she turned 2, and this was basically her getup whenever we were at home. And that is how our eccentric Aunt Mathilda was born. I just started calling her that one day and it stuck around until she decided she wasn't going to wear Mr. Potato Head glasses anymore.
Well, a couple years down the road, Chloe channeled Aunt Mathilda. She wasn't quite as gung-ho about the whole thing as Bria was, but she did rather enjoy the extremely fashionable tater eyewear. She is 18 months old in this picture.
And what do you know? I now have a 14 month old little Aunt Mathilda toddling around. Sophia is hysterically proud of herself when she puts on the glasses and prances around the house much like Bria did. I'm sure if pretty were one of the words she knew at this point, she'd be using it to describe her wonderful little self.
I, for one, am super happy that Mathilda is back. I just love her.
(And sheesh, there is absolutely no question these three kooky babies are sisters, is there?)