Today I got to worked in town, which sure beats the 40 minute commute. It was a pretty good day, my husband had to work late so it was just Claire and I for dinner. Let me tell you that kid can eat, she had what was left of the tuna casserole AND spaghetti.
After we got done eating I spread out towels on the kitchen floor. Arts and crafts time! I got red and whit paint, mixed it together for pink and got the planting pots out to put Claire's hand prints on them. I thought that she freaked out last time because it was just red paint, and maybe she associated that with blood from busting her lip open. Apparently I was wrong.
As soon as I stripped her down to her diaper and set her on the towels she started crying and trying to get away. I let her paint my leg to show her that it wasn't going to hurt. She wasn't buying it. So i got her hand print on some of the pots and am now going to make dirt cake to fill those pots. Wish me luck.
Until next time, God bless.