Is it just me, or does she look soooo stinking grown up lately? Like I can almost envision the Middle School Her, and it kind of makes me want to squall a teeny bit.
Yeah. She digs the outfit. This is the look I got when I told her we had to temporarily remove it for naptime:
Have I mentioned lately that she's going through a bit of a Sassafrass Stage?
She is. And it's not neat...in case anybody was wondering. I spend most of the day wanting to pinch her cute little head off. She seems to have discovered her Thirteen-Year Old Self a tad early and is getting to spend a LOT of time contemplating her wretchedness in her room. But then she emerges sweet as can be, full of "I love you, Mama"s and ready to "help me in any way she can". Only to turn back into a little toot half-way through our hug exchange. ATTITUDE! Delightful.
Heaven help us if this is a preview of what Year Four is going to look like.
Pictures and updates from our time in Mena to appear soon. (Possibly very soon since I am looking for creative ways to justify not unpacking and not cleaning the house.)