Grandma KingofHearts sent some cute spring outfits for the girls the other day. The Dormouse immediately grabbed hers, ran off to her room, came back dressed, accessorized and demanding a photo shoot. I fear her teenage years. The way I figure it, I've got about seven years to learn to hibernate like a bear so on the date she turns twelve I can go into my room, crawl into bed and go to sleep until she turns twenty-one.