The talker

Caroline has taken a break from challenging my “mom-authority”.

Thank GOODNESS. 

(Claire has stepped up to fill big sisters spot, so don’t worry that I’ll forget how to work with stubborn little girls.)

Since we aren’t going round-and-round, I’ve noticed something…The kid is a talker.

We were working on the kitchen chairs.

 (I had tried to stain them, it didn’t work out so I stripped them and scraped them and she was helping me wipe off the dust. )

I looked at my clock when this conversation started yesterday. FOUR HOURS. Four solid hours of conversation puncuated only by moments of humming and singing and she had more to go.

I’m so glad she is smart enough to have that many thoughts. 

Now, if only my brain can keep up. Because at this point, it’s not!