Hannah the Drama Queen

Mark and I tease Hannah sometimes about being a Drama Queen. She's not THAT bad, but we like to tease her, and we call her "DQ" whenever she overacts or gets overly excited or upset about something. It's kind of a funny thing (she enjoys playing it up), and since she loves Dairy Queen so much, it kind of "goes".

Well, when I was in San Francisco, I saw this T-shirt in a shop and totally wanted to buy it for Hannah, but was too low on dough. I ended up carrying it half-way to the cash register, then realizing I couldn't possibly justify the purchase, and so I put it back on the rack. The woman I was with in the store (our school's choir director) surprised me 2 days later by giving it to me as a "thank you" gift for playing the piano for the choirs. Yet another one of those "little" things that God saw fit to provide for me. And it made my MONTH because I got to give the shirt to Hannah when I returned home, and now she can wear it with pride and embrace her DQ-ness. :-)

On a somewhat unrelated note:

Around Christmas time, Hannah started talking about getting her hair cut short again. She has enjoyed having long hair, but you know---change is good. Well, she just couldn't make up her mind about it and so I told her, "When you're ready to get it cut, we'll cut it!"

Well, you know how sometimes things happen that just make a decision painfully easy to make? Yyyya.

A few days ago, Hannah was getting ready for school as she always does, except on this particular day, she tried "curling" her hair with my round brush. Maybe every girl must learn the hard way about the dangers of round brushes. I know I did. About 10 minutes before we were supposed to leave for school, she comes and tells me, "We've got a problem, Mom" as I look to see the round brush completely STUCK against her forehead, so closely stuck that it WOULD NOT BUDGE, with LOTS of hair wrapped around it. I was determined to free her hair without having to cut it--I really tried. But I ended up having to cut some of the hair free of the brush, which gave her rather uneven-looking temporary"bangs". Surprisingly, all of this happened with very little drama on her end. She just sat still and let me do my thing. But she had tears at one point, because it did hurt. Poor thing. And so that was the event that decided it was time for a haircut.

She looks so cute and it reminds me of when she was little. And this week I'm making a video of her, which I'll post once it's all complete. She's growing so fast.