Art Supplies

Dear Peighton,

Every time I read a post from this blog it reminds me how important it is to continue writing, especially now that you are a little older and the funniest things come out of your mouth on a moment to moment basis.  I am going to try to post at least a couple of times a week.  I figure if I tell you that, I might hold myself accountable.

Tonight I had a nice little chuckle to myself while I was cleaning up.  I noticed that you suitcase was still full from last weeks overnight at Rosie and Tubbsy's house.  Ever since January, you have been going to their house every Thursday after school.  We started this because your grandparents gave me the gift at Christmas of picking you up from school and spending the afternoon and evening with you.  They knew I was feeling very guilty of not giving you the attention you needed (because Phoebe came along about a month before Christmas) and they decided the best gift would be to take you on adventures once a week.  It has morphed into weekly overnights at their house which is great for you because you will remember that precious time with them forever.  Anyway, tonight, as I was opening your suitcase to empty it in preparation for a possible overnight with them again tomorrow, I was laughing at you adorable personality.  Now, I could write forever about all you amazing personality traits (and I will as I continue to post) but for now, I will just tell you about what was in the suitcase.  I remember last week when you were getting ready, I told you to pack your suitcase and make sure to put in any toys you wanted.  Usually, you bring a Barbie to two and call it good but last week you ran to your art cabinet and filled that suitcase with as much of your art supplies as possible.  You had paint, brushes, markers, wooden eggs that were there to be painted, wrapping paper that you had adopted as almost a coloring book because it had squares on the back, cards, artwork you had previously done, and much more.  You had packed that suitcase so full you could barely shut it.  I failed to ask Rosie if you even used any of it but it doesn't really matter, you were one hundred percent convinced that you absolutely had to bring all of that stuff to their house.  Hilarious!

I love you,

Mom