Anika has, completely on her own, decided to master writing her own name. We are thisclose to getting it right, as my little left-handed artist signs her John Hancock completely backwards. As in, Akina. It's so cute that I don't have any desire to point out the error in her writing.
Here is the sign she made for her door:
As you can see, her door is plastered in original artwork, from paintings to collages to sticker-filled signs. I need to find her an art camp this summer, because after a few busy hours this morning, she burned through over $60 worth of craft and art supplies. It is tough to keep her busy.
She is also taking liberties with her own dress and hairstyles. Here is her latest preferred hairstyle, a sort of Elsa-Pippi-Longstocking combination:
She is very proud of this look and wears it to school, to the store, to a friend's house, etc. I try not to cringe every time she brings me two pony tail elastics, and I look back with fondness at her era of cute little symmetrical pigtails.
As for Mr. Reni, he continues to do his own thing, which is usually the most destructive, loud, or 'can-I-get-away-with-this' thing he can think of. The other day at lunch, he threw a crayon at the couple dining behind us at the restaurant. Here is Armando's reaction:
As you can see, Reni looks quite proud of himself. I was so busy snapping photos of Anika and Armando making silly faces at each other that I inadvertently caught this moment, immediately post-throw, without knowing that anything had happened. The lady who narrowly escaped the crayon missile was very sweet, telling us that she has two teenaged boys and she completely understands.
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