Magical Morning

We had such a magical morning. After retrieving the stuffed goldfish Henry was swishing in the toilet bowl, I turned on some beautiful classical music and set up the watercolors. Annabelle is at that age where her drawing has changed into people-type figures with heads and arms and legs. It’s amazing to watch. Henry is at that age where he sucks on his paintbrush and drinks the paint water. In any case, this is one of our favorite ways to spend the mornings–it just starts the day right.
Last night George had some powerful music people over for a glass of wine before dinner. He actually cleaned his billiards room which shocked me as his stuff has been piling up in there for months. Annabelle greeted our guests by hanging onto her feet and doing the straddles in her dress.
Within ten minutes of arriving, she had one guest reading her The Velveteen Rabbit, in between her running in circles and doing somersaults on the flokati rug followed closely by Henry.
When the other guest arrived, Henry started to cry and clutch George’s leg. “Sometimes Henry is afraid of grown-ups with crazy hair,” Annabelle informed the bookreader. “Ah yes,” he laughed. “That’s why he’s not afraid of me. I have no hair so it’s not crazy.” She studied him for a minute. “Actually, it is kind of crazy,” she mumbled before taking off for another run of acrobatics. This before picking up her pink maribou princess phone and talking to the fairies and ordering everyone in the room to raise their hands and giving us numbers. When Mr. Crazy Hair said, “What’s your number?” she said “I don’t have a number.”
“Keep believing that as long as you can girl!” he replied.
She had everyone laughing so hard, including herself and Henry, it took a long while to settle them down for bed.