Whatever you wish, my sweet

Whatever you wish, my sweet.

I'm trying to keep my little princess happy this morning.  She woke up in a bad mood, the kind of mood that indicates she should've slept longer.  Like until noon.

It's gonna be a long day in the workroom if I can't find out why she's a bit off.

If this is a preview of what it's gonna be like when she starts cycling with Mom, then I think I'll just go out back and construct a menstrual hut right now. 

Earlier this week, I decided to start more preschool activities with her.  I figure just running errands, while she enjoys it, is probably not enough.  Then there was the Mom-guilt I felt on top of it, that I used to sit at the table or lay on the floor and color with the boys.  Put some sugar on a plate and outline the letters of the alphabet.  Make paper chains, and decorate the kitchen.

I feel like maybe I've been neglectful Mommy, as I've not done that with her. 

Since she likes to cut, and glue; and while I was coloring at the table with her, she developed an affinity for my deformed butterflies, I thought up a project.  I cut out an outline of a butterfly.  We glued it onto black paper.  I cut out a bunch of shapes, and let her glue them on to the wings for decoration.  I explained how there is symmetry in butterfly wings, but let her put her pieces where she wanted them.  The finishing touch was when I cut a pipe cleaner in two, and we stapled them at the top for antennae.

Now, she is enamored of the pipe cleaners.  She will only take pink ones, and I just had to staple them on a bug she drew.  Only pink.  Apparently, Mother Nature has decided that this is the new black.

And I've decided that slowing down to her speed, and coloring, is the new road to patience.