Morning

So this one is particularly for you Texas Grandma.
This morning Tori gets up and we have breakfast, nothing special just some cereal, and she is talking to me about Kiara and Kovu; Lion King 2, and how she could see them on her TV but she can't because she broke it. [She didn't really but I was trying to find a way to get the TV out of her room since it was only supposed to be a temporary thing after she came back from my mom's with it, but then she was sick for a few days so I let it stay and then it became and all too permanent fixture. So one day she knocked it down and I told her it was broken and I would have to fix it but until then it would have to go in the closet.] It's too funny to listen to her sometimes. She gets going and has a whole conversation, sort of with you but mostly without. Then she looks at the fridge and sees some artwork she has hanging there from ages ago; she used to do all kinds of cool stuff at daycare in the tiny tots room, not so much in the toddler room and well I'm just not that comfortable with my absent minded child to have paint and the more permanent art supplies in the house. Especially when I know if it smells even remotely good Guinness will try to eat it. I caught her chewing on a strawberry explosion crayon just the other day actually. Anyways, so she looks at the art work and exclaims to me "Mommy look at my pretty picture! I made it and I gave it to you! I can make one for Grandma Texas too, she loves my pictures!" So excited and proud of herself it was so cute, so I told her after we were done with breakfast that we could get some paper and pens out and she could color.
The downside of course being what crayon does she reach for first? Black. Why does it always have to be black? I now know why my mother always wanted to know why I wanted to wear black clothes so badly; that awkward phase most young teens go through, mine was sophomore year for the most part. The parachute pants, the combat style boots, heavy makeup, etc. Looking back, yes I was just plain weird, oh wait I still am....
So now she is sitting in my bed with her black pen, Micky Mouse Clubhouse, and a sheet of white paper "drawing Texas Grandma a picture because she loves my pictures and she will like my picture that I can give to her."