She has two clips in her hair, one polka dot, one rainbow stripes. She chews watermelon gum while she colors a letter S -- "all the way up, all the way up." (Whatever that means.) Her pajama pants are baggy on her backside. Her toenails are gold sparkles.
Last night she suckered Oldest Brother into reading three extra stories (long ones) to her. She made sure he covered her with a pink-flowered blanket before he could say goodnight.
Olive the dog waits for the heater vent to deliver her happiness. She rests her chin on her paws, staying clear of the little human and unpredictable play.
I'm hungover from a week full of school programs, a busy, busy husband, and generalized, unmedicated anxiety. My feet rest on the ottoman, my hair is in a ponytail, and I'm wishing for life to slow down for a while.