The other morning while Juliana was on the potty, she made the following pronouncement: "Mommy, If I become a painting artist when I grow up, the first picture I'm going to paint will be a man and a horse. You know why? Because I like horses and I can see the picture in my imagination."
She plans to be some sort of an artist. But sometimes she wants to be a teacher. Once she asked me whether she should be an artist or a teacher and I suggested she be an art teacher. It was like the heavens opened and God smiled down upon her. "Mommy, that's IT! That's what I'll be!" It's nice to still have all the answers for awhile longer.
She's growing up so fast. She can pour from a brand new half gallon of milk without spilling a drop. (But then she'll turn around and knock over her cup.) She still loves to be my "best helper" even though our chances are more limited with her in school all day. One Saturday I was hoping to run to the grocery store alone between soccer games. (Yes, I know I should be able to get all these things done while they're in school, but it's simply not happening. I swear, I'm getting less done these days than when they were babies. I'm not sure what the problem is exactly.) I told her she would stay with Daddy while I shopped and she was outraged. "But I'm your best helper! Do I need to call Gaga (that's what they call my mom) and tell her that her daughter won't let her best helper come with her to the store?" Needless to say, she won that argument.
Her new favorite thing is to play "Cooking With Janet" while I make dinner. The premise being that she and I host a cooking show. She puts on her TV voice and narrates everything we do to straight to the audience. "Hi, and welcome to Cooking With Janet. Tonight Janet is making a delicious dinner. It's called spaghetti and salad. I'm going to help her. I'll be cutting the carrots for the salad. You don't want them to be too big or too small. Right, Janet?" She provides all sorts of helpful tips and techniques. "If you have a person in your family who doesn't eat salad, you could just give them some apple. Like our brother David. He doesn't eat ANY vegetables. Just apples." We've never watched many cooking shows, but she is spot on with her hostess persona, even down to punctuating statments with a fake laugh.
Let's see. A painting artist/TV show host. My God, I've given birth to the next Bob Ross!