Sweet Child Of Mine

I walked out of my daughters room with a big "hrumph".  My husband asked me what was wrong.

"Your daughter!", I said. " She is the messiest kid I've ever met.  Her room is trashed again."

To which he replied, "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree".

Ahem.

When I met him I was full-fledged in art mode and was a little messy (ok, a lot)  myself.  But when I was messy it was creative.  Ok, she is pretty creative too.

In the morning before pre-school we do Ava's hair while she watches Curious George.  This is actually one of my favorite times of the day.  Her hair is soft and pretty and she lets me do fun stuff to it.

 I also love her glittery shoes and that she carries her jump rope around with her all day, practicing.  And now I have a picture, so I'll never, ever forget this time in her life.

 She loves when Curious George saves other animals...:)

How is it that my daughter is going to be five soon?  sniff sniff sniff
I am going to be a wreck when she starts kindergarden...

The child grew and became strong in spirit.

Luke 1:80