School, school, school.
Lots. Of. School.
Mama has lost her mind, and made a large stack of worksheet type pages for O to do. O has loved doing them. Note to self: Go out and buy a workbook. Stop making the pages. It takes forever.
O made a Christmas tree from various sized strips of paper (per my request), then created her own thing.
O has been living in dance costumes, and mismatched ballet slippers.
She thought it was hilarious (and maybe like she was getting away with something?) when I let her draw on the windows with dry erase markers.
My 80's child.
Her Christmas story all drawn out.
A typical week at our house.