Upset

Basia got upset this afternoon and went in her room and closed the door. When I opened it to check on her, she was at her dresser with her little lamp on and writing in her notebook. I'm glad I finally got a picture of her new stress-relief tactic.




Please take a close look at this outfit that I, an understanding mother, had to endure through three stores. I was like the little engine that could, repeating the mantra, "I think I can..." the whole time we were shopping. I have to let her be herself, but I do miss the days when I got to choose her outfits. Yes, she's wearing a jersey, cowboy boots and hat, and ONE BIKING GLOVE WORN BACKWARDS.