She's just crazy. 90% in a good way. Don't cross her, though. She'll get ya. But most of the time she's just funny and loud. Her new thing is talking or singing from the main floor bathroom while she's taking care of business. More like yelling and screeching, to be more accurate. I guess she just wants us to know she's still around even if she's in the loo. Typing it out doesn't make it sound so funny...but it's hilarious. Oh, and she has taken to calling me either "sir" or "mother".
She's not allowed to come downstairs after we've put her to bed. So sometimes she sits at the top of the stairs and "whispers" Mama! Maaaamaaa! Mama!
And by most afternoons, the cute girl whose hair was combed and had on normal people clothes, changes outfits and re-"fixes" her hair to look like a princess. A homeless princess...
Those aren't headbands - they're crowns. To be worn across the forehead if she can get them to stay there. She also has a blue "cinderella" dress that she wears a lot, and a tutu. I guess I haven't photographed those precious moments. She's getting some dress up stuff for Christmas, so at least there will be more variety in her afternoon wardrobe changes.