She’s always been on the go. From the day she was born, she was ready to roll. Before that actually, I went into labor the first time at 32 weeks.
She’s my go getter.
My go girl has strong opinions on everything. She got very angry with me when she saw this picture, “You took my color away!” Dear internets: Don’t tell her I posted this, okay?
But she sure loves her Uncle Timmy. And his motorcycle.
Every once in a while, a picture shows me a peek at what she might look like as a teen. I’m not sure I’m ready to imagine her as a teen, that will come soon enough.
Whether they’re heels or Chucks, she just loves to wear Mama’s shoes.
That might stay the same when she’s a teen, too. Provided my shoes are cool enough.
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Have you ever watched little kids make friends? It blows me away with it’s simplicity and straightforwardness. They just run up and start playing together. No introductions necessary. No concern over who lives in what kind of house, or wears designer labels, or whose mom drives what kind of car. Shame and embarrassment and comparison? All that comes later. Much too soon, sadly.
In the meantime, I’m learning from this kind of authenticity.
This is my daughter and her cousin, caught up in “I’m so happy to be here with you, I just wanna hold your hand.”
So precious.
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My little girl has been consumed by a shark obsession.
She is SHARK GIRL.
She even has a shark poster on her wall.
Those cute little stains around her face are evidence of her other current obsession: frozen blueberries.
and what book could consume her attention so completely?
eek! how did she get her hands on that? not exactly on my preferred reading list. there goes my mom of the year award.
What consumed your attention this week?
The spirit of Christmas is strong with my child. She was so concerned that there was no present for Grandma under the tree, that she set about to rectify the situation. It’s worth noting that Grandma lives in Alaska, and there were no plans for her to visit us for Christmas, my little girl just wanted to make sure Grandma was represented in our Christmas.
First she needed a present, so she got one of my shoes.
ONE shoe.
She spent a great deal of time wrapping that shoe. Maybe even half an hour.
Daddy had to intervene to keep her from using up an entire roll of tape. But she did get to use a few pieces.
Then she made a label, so everyone would know who the present was to, and who it was from.
She got some help with spelling, but wrote the entire label herself.
And then proudly placed the label on the package, and put the package under the tree.
Her approach to Christmas was not exclusively altruistic, she also wrote a letter to Santa with a list of items that she wanted.
Transcription:
Dear Santa
I like you
Please bring me
train
bicycle
mermaid
doll
train tracks
rock
bow (for her hair)
toy grouch
I hope your day was also full of love, joy, and magic.
