Once upon a time.. |Northwest Arkansas Lifestyle Photographer

Once upon a time, a mommy and her three daughters stumbled upon a blog post by one of the mommy's friends.  It captured a little boy's birthday, innocence and youth, all in beautiful photos.  The daughters were intrigued and curious about the tent fort.  Tickled by their enthusiasm, the mommy told them that they could go out and build a fort of their own.  And as tradition for many little girls, a small tea part of sorts was planned.  Costumes, of course, added to the fun.  This is how Pirate Pony and The Princess P were born.  Pirate Pony, being a pirate, loved skulls, but also wanted to show off her love of things girlie and sweet with rainbows and pettiskirts.  The Princess P, who was sort of a grump that day, wanted a Snow White dress with an apron.  The Itty Baby, having no words yet to express her own opinion, was dressed in a handmade red and white dress that made her mother giggle in delight.  And since Itty Baby is an avid army crawler, she was tucked safely in an adorable dolly bassinet for maximum photo taking opportunities.

A grand feast was prepared.  Fish heads, cupcakes, a sewing tomato, potato chips, and what we are fairly sure is a head of lettuce sat prettily upon the table.  The table, as was the fort, was made from milk crates and blankets.  Blankets made by the hands of grandmothers, which make them extra special!  (The mother actually has no idea why her family possesses so many milk crates, but she is happy when they come in handy!)

Dollies, ponies, and bears were invited to the tea party.  A grand time by all.  Well, mostly all.  The Princess P, who was a bit of a grump, remember, decided that this tea party was for the birds.  She found a better use for her fork other than pretend eating plastic grapes.  As the mother happily snapped photos while having tea with Pirate Pony, The Princess P decided she would rather dig a hole in the yard.  And the Pirate Pony decided to join her.  And then the Itty Baby slipped to the bottom of her bassinet and tried to eat grass.  This is when the mother decided it was time to go back inside for a real snack.