*She managed to dump out an entire brand new bottle of syrup out all over the counter, the floor and herself. She then proceeded to not just 'finger paint,' but to hands-and-feet-paint with it all over the barstools and kitchen floor.
*She has thrown numerous toys down the the stairs and onto the tile floor below, including baby dolls, a plastic shopping cart, dolly stroller, and piggy bank. Remarkably, none of said toys have broken.
*After a week of hunting for that Netflix DVD we were SO waiting to see, we located it--IN THE VCR.
*On a more heart warming note, she learned to sing Jesus Loves Me. Her version, "Dee-dus yuvs me" is far more precious than the original and my mom had the privilege of being in the car with me when she belted it out for the first time. I could have listened to her sing that song for hours. The longer she is with us, the more protective I feel of her and the desire I have for her to be a permanent part of our family continues to grow. As always, though, we are trusting God's plan for her life. (Isaiah 55:8)
*Finally, and most impressively, she cut her own hair. Her bangs were hanging down in her eyes and I gave them a VERY small trim the night before. She must have been unimpressed and thought she could do a better job herself, because yesterday, she grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors and took a nice chunk out of the side of her hair! As foster parents, you are only allowed to trim a child's hair...you cannot, under any circumstances, cut their hair or change the hairstyle without permission from the social worker or the biological parents. Oops!
