She toddles into the kitchen and gets a hold of my purse and slings it around her neck, and pushes her toy shopping cart around adding toys to the basket. It dawns on me: she's copying ME! I look down from the mirror as I'm getting ready and she's trying to brush her hair with my brush. A slideshow of my life flashes before me as I think about her watching all the things I do during the day. I think about how I snarked at Adam for forgetting to bring a towel when he took Avery to the pool. About bursting into tears when I broke a casserole dish and ruined an entire CASSEROLE (that I spent hours shopping for and preparing, nonetheless my reaction was a bit melodramatic). I think about that whole chocolate bar I just devoured. She can't copy THOSE things. No, no, no, no. Obviously I need to be a better person.
We've been busy and we're about to get on the road again. We're headed back to the mainland for a family reunion! And Avery is only napping about an hour a day these days. Adam asked me if I was abandoning my blog... NO! How I wish I had more contemplative time for blogging! I did manage to put together another video...
