The Fashionista

So Eliza comes running in this afternoon from the next door neighbor's house ( she tags alog with Ian and his friend Oscar). She heads straight for the bathroom, but doesn't make it quite in time so she has to change her clothes. After doing so, she waltzes into the office, where I'm busy ordering more books, and say, "Look Mom. Pattern on top, solid on the bottom" (And picture it in her little voice, with her minor lisp on the "s" and her endearing way of not pronouncing her "r"s. I don't know how to even type "Pattern" the way she says it.) She is obviously VERY proud of herself for getting a handle of this Rule of Appropriate Dressing. Consider the mother-daughter wisdom officially passed along. :-)
She was also very cute tonight while we got ready to go on our bike ride after dinner; she was at the piano playing what could generously be called "improv," while singing her in high, breathy voice, "I LOVE and trust in GOD ... I LOVE and trust in GOD ..." I zoomed all over the house trying to find the camera so I could catch in on video, but alas, as is too often the case at these moments, the camera was nowhere to be found. If only all those memories stored on the unreliable hard drive of my brain could somehow find their way onto something digital and replay-able ...
By the way, our friends Emily and Grace just gave Ian a copy of The Dangerous Book for Boys. He totally loves it! Reportedly it contains such gems as How To Make Water Bomb, How to Build a Catapult, How to Craft a Bow and Arrow ... Do we see a theme here? (It's called "Important Lessons Mom Leaves Out of our Homeschool Curriculum.") Hmmm. Things could get very interesting around our house!