Our Daughter, The Dress-up Doll

Because I love my mother, I allowed her to dress Eliza in various "adorable" outfits over the holidays. It was slightly out of control, but somewhat understandable. I mean, Eliza is the only granddaughter.

Even though she is my daughter, I think she is precious.
She hates me.
Happy again
Intense.
Oh, look at that glare. Isn't it cute?Precious.She wonders why we are torturing herAnd it was all worth it, just so we could have this picture.