Childhood Memory
I'm a day late.
Oops.
I warned you teacher life is busy.
Like really, really busy.
It's not all hand prints and finger paint, people.
After hemming and hawwing, I decided that my childhood memory would be dressing up.
(or as us professionals call it, dramatic play)
Fortunately, you don't have to see me dressed up like a princess.
I'll save that for my preschoolers.
Who remembers the game Pretty Pretty Princess?
I can't tell you what that game was about.
But I can tell you I got to put on lots of pretty jewelry, including a crown.
How is that not a good time?
I also thought about taking a photo of a baby doll.
Somehow, I couldn't fathom how that wouldn't be creepy.
Technically, there is a blue blob in the background.
Does that count as day 11: something blue?
It just might if I can't come up with something else
Yep. That's how I'm rolling this week.
Heres my shout out to my two mamas:
I am still lovingly referred to as "Princess" by my family members (shout out to birth momma)
It doesn't even phase me anymore.
My second mama (Laura)took me to get my first manicure, which started a wonderfully bad habit of always wanting one.
Apparently I am getting popular enough that people want shout outs.
It's family. But still. Big deal.
