but she is singing as she works, a mindless happy little tune. That can only be good. Do you do that when I you are really involved in a project? I think that I hum. And talk to myself loudly.
Look at that workspace. So orderly! More proof that she is my daughter.
An update: On Growing Up
Remember my Important Agreement: the one I made with Maddie regarding freedom and responsibility. Well she has taken up the reigns of wardrobe choice with flair. For the first little while, she didn't mix it up too much. She wanted the freedom, but wasn't quite sure what to do with it once she had it. But then the other day, a light bulb went on in her pretty little head, and she thought, "Hey, I can wear whatever I want! What am I going to do about that?" and just like that my little girl sprouted her own look, and her look is decidedly bohemian. Skirts over pants are the order of the day. Crazy colors and lots of jewelry. I am loving it. Mostly I am loving it because I have been to her class, and there is not another little girl there sporting the same type of finery.
My little individual! Now, I know that this type of thinking may be the gateway drug to crazy notions like pink hair and nose rings. Whatever makes you feel pretty, hon.