My Rock Star

Roxy, or Rock Star as she has been named, is really growing up these days. She has a lot of her father in her because she wakes up ready to get things done. Before I am out of bed (which is 6:30) she has dressed herself, practiced piano, complained about waiting for breakfast, worked on her math homework packet, and fired up the Wii. And she has neatly lined up all her Webkinz on the floor so they can watch her play Mario Cart. She gets home from school and is immediately bored, desperately needing something, anything like a job to keep her going. As soon as she finishes dinner, Roxy is running through her piano songs then she moves to the back deck to work on jumping rope. She wants to jump rope so much, but has still not perfected it (in flip-flops that is.) And last night, filling in her phonics homework, she signed her name "Roxanne". My Rockstar grew up overnight...