Just bein’ Annabelle:

I took this picture to illustrate what a fabulous mess Gwyneth is when she comes from school. I don’t have the before picture to prove it, but I send her off to school with a fancy little braid or ponytail or a bow or something to hold back those wild tresses. I don’t know what hard labor she is assigned to during the day but this is how she returns to me:

 

She’s adorable for sure, I’m just not sure what the heck happens to her hair? Does she wrestle? And what happens to the bows and headbands that leave our house? And why do I have to spend time in the morning fixing her hair? I’m setting the alarm back 10 minutes and let this mane fly…

 

Tonight was Gwyneth’s 2nd guitar class:

She was delivered two slightly tragic bits of news. Her fancy purple guitar is too big. She can get started with this beauty while she grows into it.

 

Bad news #2: She can not wear dresses to her lessons! What?????

This one struck deep. I saw a little twitch of the lip and a tear in her eye.

Gwyneth does not wear pants. She wears dresses and the fancier the better.

 

Her instructor told her it is much easier for her to hold her guitar properly in pants/shorts so she should skip the dresses until she moves up to the neck strap (which is probably years away). He clearly didn’t know the impact of this request and when her sadness he quickly tried to backtrack. She accepted the dress ban and is determined to play that guitar.

Annabelle had dance tonight, Gwyneth had guitar and guess who didn’t go to the grocery store. ME! Me, me, me, and I am only slightly sorry. I didn’t care about going out for dinner, but it was kind of late on a school night and the meal wasn’t really great. We are so spoiled with B making meals for us.

 

There was an epic tic tac toe battle between Annabelle and B.

I got to sit and write stories with this fabulous face.