This weekend I beheld a marvel of concentration. Maeve did something the likes of which I have never seen her do before: she painted the entire exterior of a birdhouse, and completely finished the job.
The birdhouse was a leftover birthday gift from a friend which I'd been saving for a rainy day, and Saturday was a long day without Daddy around for some of it, so I thought we'd spend some time on the birdhouse. I will not say it was as easy to put together as it claimed to be on the box, as the missing skin on my wrist will now attest. But I got it put together, and then Maeve started painting.