i want to be a cow….

Yes.  That's correct.  A cow.  Not a cowboy or a cowgirl.  A cow.  Ruby has somewhat of a fascination with cows.  I first discovered it when written on the whiteboard outside of her classroom where the teachers make notes for the parents that Ruby's favourite animal was a cow.  Cute, I thought.

She and I were doing crafts today while Leo was sleeping.  Here are some of her first drawings.  

Very impressive I think! 

Mommy

Daddy

Mommy

She was so involved with the drawing that I took a little break and went to check my email.  That's when I noticed the silence.  After a few minutes, I went to check on her and sure enough, she was painting her fingers and hands all up with her new markers.  She was having so much fun and they're washable so I thought, what the heck.  Why not?  

It was quiet for a little while longer and I said, "I hope you're not marking up the table, Ruby."

"I'm not Mommy.  Don't worry", she said.  

This is what I found when I went in.

Me:          "What are you doing, Ruby!?".

Ruby:      "I want to be a cow.  A cow with purple hands and a purple bum and purple belly…… "

Oh boy! 

She really has quite the imagination these days.  In fact, she's been dreaming at night and often has dreams that wake her up.  Not happy dreams all of them.  Crazy dreams in fact.  One she remembers vividly and still tells us about is the one where Leo was a cow and he sneezed and it woke Ruby up and scared her.   

Notice that the main character of the dream was a cow?  Coincidence?  I think not.  

MOOOOO!