Welcome to the moment

Recently in our home:

Emmy sidled up to me and, mustering as much of an air of importance as she could, stated  "Mom, I do think the time has come to... Count My Dresses."

I'm not sure what I was expecting her to say, but this grand announcement left me slightly baffled and I dismissively told her "Great idea."

An hour or so later I found her in her room, with every dress out of the closet in a neatish pile, with all the hangers sorted into piles by color. 

 The dresses were each receiving a try-on as well.

 Jonah was giving his expert opinion on whether or not they still fit.

They were each given a twirl or two (or seven) to check the poofy-factor, which Jonah was also judging.

Don't the purple socks just really make the outfit?

Emmy is an organizational wizard. She will organize anything, over and over again. Scarves, cloth diapers, baby spoons, rocks on the driveway - nothing is safe.

 She and I made this to organize her ribbons and bows, and they get organized daily. She can also be seen wearing any number of them throughout the day.

Things might be dull around here some day, but that is not this day.