Friday, September 5, 2008

At home with the next Frida Kahlo

E slept until 7:36 this morning, proving emphatically that we made the right decision last night to keep her home today, because only a DISEASE can keep that little tornado asleep past 6:15 or 6:30.

We were reading this book last night again at bedtime and we arrived at the page with the shaving-adverse character and E immediately pointed to him and squealed, He has a moustache just like me! And then she pointed to her face and the apparently obvious moustache on it, growing just above a huge grin - that funny, confident, expectant grin of a little kid who still gets praise for simple things like matching games, who believes she just identified a match, and is now sitting back and waiting for the lavishing of the praise to commence.

The positive thing about spending a sick day in the company of her emerging self-awareness is that it is sure to be an interesting day. Pin It

1 comment:

Maggie, Dammit said...

Ohhh, how I love that expectant grin....