The sweet peach at her hip-hop concert. I asked her were you nervous? "Uhh, no." Her answer on a homework question last week. What do you want to be when you grow up? "You know already Mom, a ROCK STAR!" Oh, dear.
Boy it really is a zoo around here. More to come.
Darn. . . I knew it was going to go too fast. Slow down!!!! I try to hang onto every moment. I look at her little baby face and I've been there twice before so I know, I KNOW, how fast it goes, but time doesn't wait. You blink and they're nine years old wanting their own ipod. I love you. I love you. I love you. And believe it or not my little Pippa, even when you're fifty, you'll always be my baby.
My little bird did a wonderful job at her third piano recital. The pigtails is her new favorite hair do. She really loves playing and practices all the time now without prompting. I'm so proud of her. She's turning out to be such a sweet sweet girl.
Some of my favorite photos from Thanksgiving at Henry's cabin.