My Little Writer. . . .

H asked Papa to draw her a picture of her and a school bus.  After watching him draw it, she colored it.  (And S and I traded places--he finished the dishes and I joined H at the table.)  She then asked me to draw her a couple more pictures.  I scribbled down what she said about each picture.  Looks like she's written her first story.  We are quite impressed, but of course, we're her parents.

As I took these pictures to share with all of you, she asked to make a movie.  So, not only has she written her first story, but she's also made her first movie. . . .  

She then wanted to go to school . . . at 6:30 on a Sunday night.  "Me shoes!"  This brought me back to the world of having a two-year-old.  It sure seemed like she was much older than that for a while!  We risked a I've-had-no-nap-today tantrum as we tried to explain that it wasn't time to go to school yet.  Eventually, though, she filled her little Care Bears backpack with the drawings for her story and a package of markers, and then she paraded around with her backpack on for about a half an hour or so before announcing, "School bus bring me home me done school."

IT'S SNOWING!!!!

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Well, at least it was. . . .

I'm giving up. . . .

After H absolutely fell in love with a dog for probably the 127th time--a tiny Chihuahua puppy of all things--I finally gave in and told her that if Daddy--who has always wanted us to have a dog--and the doctor said she could have a dog, we could get her a dog.  (Both of us need allergy testing first, thus the doctor.)

Here is the video the two of us made together to surprise S with the request.

I showed S the ending when he came home from work.  I'm sure it was the last thing he had ever expected H to ask him!  What a laugh we all had!

I learned that H really does still have her priorities in the right order, though.  I later asked her which she wanted most, a puppy or a baby.  "Baby!" she said with a smile.  That made me smile as well!

Well, although we technically can't afford a dog right now, we're going to go ahead with the allergy testing--ha, if we can afford it!--so we know what the results are.  I'm sure I'm at least a little allergic, but I think I can deal with that if we have outdoor-only dogs, especially if they're the more hypoallergenic ones.  (I needed my inhaler after that Chihuahua puppy, but I haven't had noticeable problems after petting most other dogs.)  We'll see what the doctors say.