We were so tired this morning I wanted to sleep for five more minutes, so when Henry awakened and started puling on my nose, I said, “Annabelle, can you babysit Henry for five minutes?” Then they started wrestling and laughing hysterically. He was rolling on top of her and she yelled, “Mommy! This isn’t babysitting! This is struggling!”
She did manage to finally engage him in a book, but I never got my extra five minutes of sleep. Today she drew a picture of a car and told me it was an old lady who lived in a car-house. And then she said, “Actually, it’s me, when I was 14, I lived in a car. Annika (her imaginary sister) lived next door.”
All Annabelle wants to do these days is paint, draw, make collages, color, glue… She’s really interested in creating sailboats. Here’s one she made today our of leaves and seashells, one out of pasta, one out of crayons:
Here are a few collages she made after picking our wilting hydrangeas and collecting wildflowers and grass and seashells from our yard.
My budding Georgia O’Keefe. Now if only she could get her little brother, the budding Picasso, to stop drawing on our newly painted walls…
