Monday, April 23, 2012

And so it begins...
I walked into my 9 1/2-year-old daughter's room this morning to put the hurry on her. It was 15 minutes until time to leave for school and her breakfast had been waiting on the table for 10 minutes. There she was, looking all cute in a fancy(er) shirt and her new shorts, standing in front of the mirror in her room. She was primping. Gasp!!! This little girl has never cared about how she looks, other than on special occasions when a fancy dress was required. Up until very recently, pink plaid shorts "go perfectly" with a red and orange flowered shirt, and the color of socks was completely irrelevant. I don't know what changed, but this morning she took great pains with her hair, is wearing a necklace and earrings, and sparkly lip gloss! Matt went in to check on her 5 minutes after I did, and she was still in front of the mirror.
Where the heck did this come from?


Tammy said...

cute boy in 4th grade?

i honestly stopped and almost died when you articulated that she's 9.5!

Tara said...

Uh oh!! She has her eye on some little fella. Or, he has his eye on her.