A self portrait? No kidding?

TubaDad was upstairs giving Ro a bath (yes the girls are getting separate baths right now to protect TubaDad's sanity—more on that later) and I was hanging out with Ree in the family room. Well "hanging out" isn't quite accurate, to be honest. She was sitting on the little couch with some paper and crayons, and I was slouched on the big couch just zoning out after a reallyreallyreally long day. I wasn't ignoring her, but have to own up to not really paying attention as she scribbled away and asked various questions about hair, eyes, that sort of thing. So you can imagine my surprise when she suddenly said "I'm done. Yook, mama, it's me!" and handed me this:


Oh my gosh! Little sweetheart. It's her first self portrait, actually her first recognizable picture of anything, and is so crazy precious to me that I don't even have words. She signed her name and told me she was wearing her yellow shoes and those were her ears up on the top of her head. I'll treasure it always. Ro heard me making a big commotion about it, and later, when she came downstairs, said she wanted to draw herself too. She used all pink, because "I yike pink," and concentrated superduper hard on getting five fingers on one hand and making the "holes" (nostrils) in her nose. Adorable, especially in how different it is from her sister's!



You know these are getting framed, right?