Think Beastie Boys. Paul's Boutique. All caught up? Springtime finds the Crawford girls all sassy...Gracie, with the first of many seed-and-soil-based experiments in the miracle of new life. We'll be taking wagers on how long these new life forms survive. They very well may, if...
the following look doesn't just snap the life right out of them.
Sassy to bored. In the snap of a finger.
Eve's heavily into self-portraiture lately. Wouldn't you be, if you had a camera at the ready and you could put forth cheese like this?
Eve, flaunting the fact that she, at nearly 10 years of age, can successfully fit into a dance cosume her mother filled out aplenty at the tender age of 7. Mom's not bitter! Ahem!
the following look doesn't just snap the life right out of them.Sassy to bored. In the snap of a finger.
Eve's heavily into self-portraiture lately. Wouldn't you be, if you had a camera at the ready and you could put forth cheese like this?
Eve, flaunting the fact that she, at nearly 10 years of age, can successfully fit into a dance cosume her mother filled out aplenty at the tender age of 7. Mom's not bitter! Ahem! Gracie, on the other hand, calms the matriarch's nerves by wearing a more-modest-than-would-be-typical-Tinkerbell costume. They still look like candidates for Clown College.
Eve's first piano recital was a smash...here, receiving her Tchaikovsky statue and a certificate from teacher Miss Tasha.
The prodigy. Eve always amazes: pubilc performance opportunities that would still make her mother vomit come second-nature to her daughter, which we all admire and envy more than a little bit. We thought we were looking at a 7 p.m. performance time, and at 6:30, when a panicked teacher called and asked if we were on our way, you've never seen 6 Crawfords and a Grandma hustle fanny quite so spastically. No fancy dress, no quiet time to gather her composure, and barely time to digest her KFC. But was she a pro? You betcha.
Eve and dear friend Emily after Clear Sky's First Annual Sock Hop. She wore mascara and danced with a boy! Dad's not supposed to know.
Eve's first piano recital was a smash...here, receiving her Tchaikovsky statue and a certificate from teacher Miss Tasha.
The prodigy. Eve always amazes: pubilc performance opportunities that would still make her mother vomit come second-nature to her daughter, which we all admire and envy more than a little bit. We thought we were looking at a 7 p.m. performance time, and at 6:30, when a panicked teacher called and asked if we were on our way, you've never seen 6 Crawfords and a Grandma hustle fanny quite so spastically. No fancy dress, no quiet time to gather her composure, and barely time to digest her KFC. But was she a pro? You betcha.
Eve and dear friend Emily after Clear Sky's First Annual Sock Hop. She wore mascara and danced with a boy! Dad's not supposed to know.
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