We were lucky enough to have our tiniest fairy here for a sleepover last week. It was an adventure, sleeping in my husband's office with the two little girls and the three dogs, then breakfasting in the studio while we had to stay away from floor coating fumes in the house.
Sugarwings loves my studio and would rather make projects than eat breakfast. And I was trying to juggle getting her ready for school with taking care of her sister.
Now, years ago, I had two kids even closer together in age. Honestly, how can I have forgotten how to do this? For some reason, having two to dress, feed and get out the door seemed like an impossible task.
It took us three hours to get to PreK.
She seems to "get it".
We didn't buy the dog, but I did let her see it. The first thing she did was give it a big ole kiss and hug.
It has some special meaning to me. When I was a kid, I was fascinated by the morning dew. One day, on the bus, leaving for first grade, I was staring out the window at a particuarly heavy dew that was catching the sun. At a bus stop around the corner from my house, I spied a treasure trove of sparkling jewels in my neighbor's yard. All day at school, it was all I could think about. I couldn't wait to get home again and rush over to Dwight's house and search his front yard for the emeralds I had seen glowing in the grass that morning.
I was so disapointed when Mom called me home for dinner before I'd had a chance to find the gems. I went back for days and days, because I was so certain that there were treasures there, and I just had to keep looking.
Little Mayara is the Dew Drop jewel that I finally found.