I get so frustrated with Brenna sometimes. She escapes into books and her own little world and does her own thing most of the time. She has a great imagination and is an amazing reader for a five year old–but when it is time to go out the door or feed the rabbits or go potty it drives me crazy how she is totally oblivious to anything I say. It is of the utmost importance to her to get her pretend picnic set up perfectly before she can focus on anything else. She calls them her “sets.” They are a very integral part of her life.

Barry helped me wade through my art room this past weekend and get it in order so that it is functional. We sorted fabric scraps, tossed things out… He rearranged shelves so that things were stored in logical places. I did this:

I made “sets”.

The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.