Most people probably don’t give a hey diddle about this, but I know that there are some folks out there who will be straight-up tickled. Namely mine and Daniel’s parents.
I dropped May off at daycare today and in her basket was a little present:
May is an artist!
Now I recognize that this is interesting to probably 12 people, but I couldn’t resist posting it since we live so far away. If we lived closer, people would see it on my refrigerator. Or better yet, hanging in the living room as my new favorite piece of art. Since this is not the case, I must resort to putting it on display in pieces here on the blog. Lord knows her five grandparents HAVE to see it and I’m certainly not bringing it to Virginia next week.
I hope I’m not turning into one of those people that have a warped sense of what is cute and precious and what is not. Am I going to be one of those mothers that says things like:
“Aww, May looks so cute when she’s throwing a temper tantrum!”
“Aww, her little poopy diapers are just the cutest!”
Ugh, I hope not. Moms like that are totally nauseating.
I grant myself permission this one time to be vocally proud of May’s very first “painting.” I hope we have a big house one day with a lot of storage. Me thinks I will not be parting with very many pieces of her “art.”