Tabitha Funnies

This morning while getting ready for pre-school and work, I attempted to put Tabitha’s hair in two pony tails. I do this mostly to keep her hair clean and out of the way because she has a wild mane of unruly wavy hair. I probably should get it cut but I love her curls. So every morning I try to make some semblance of a part, which her hair does not do naturally. I sit her on the bathroom countertop, between the two sinks and chase her bobbing head as she gets into everything she can. I try to position her head with my hands to remind her where I need her head to be but she ignores me and gets on with the business of plundering toiletries. This morning I cried out in exasperation after my third attempt at a part, “Tabitha, will you hold your head still!” She promptly put her two little hands on either side of her head and held it still.

Last week when she was finger painting at school, her teacher told me that Tabitha put her entire hand down in the paint, looked at her hand, then rubbed the paint all over her face. She still had a purple tint when I picked her up. I guess she thought she would be really pretty with a purple face.

This Wednesday was picture day at school. Since I had to sit under a blanket and hold her when we took her for studio pictures, I didn’t have much faith that the school would have better luck than I. The teachers said they stood in the next room laughing as the photographer positioned Tabitha on the stool in front of the back drop and ran to the camera as Tabitha turned to face the backdrop. After trying this five or six times, the photographer finally wised up and placed Tabitha facing the backdrop before running to the camera. This time, Miss Stubborn, turned to face the camera.

Yesterday, while I was trying to cook supper, Tabitha was hanging on my leg and crying because she was hungry and because she always wants my undivided attention. I pacified her by giving her pieces of the raw vegetables that I was chopping. She loved raw bell pepper, yellow squash, and zucchini. I gave her a piece of raw cabbage that was a little bitter. She tasted it, ran to the trash can, spit out the cabbage and exclaimed, “That’s old!”

She keeps me laughing every day.

(No pictures for now, my camera is broken.)