Just Hope.

Oh this girl.  Last night during a nice peaceful supper on the porch, Hope uses her fingers to pick up a piece of spaghetti.  As she swings it around she announces, "I'm a cowboy, I'm a cowboy!"

I guess that wasn't as weird as the night before during supper.  All sitting at the table, Adam, Emma and I are enjoying some conversation, when I look over to notice Hope is a world of her own.  With her eyes shut, she was holding a piece of sliced apple and brushing it across her eyelids.  She went back and forth several times before she started swiping the apple slice over her forehead (eyes still closes).  I asked her what she was doing...her response, "I'm getting ready for my birthday."

Just Hope.  Just the normal daily adventures of Hope.  Never a dull moment with that girl.