Danya's been having a rough time lately. A lot of highs and lows mixed with your basic growing pains all contributed to her meltdown at the park the other day. It's tough being the oldest with your parents relying on your natural sense of responsibility.
She told me today, though, that since Penny arrived last week she's felt better. As if somehow having another kid her age in the house has just made everything seem easier, even though it hasn't changed her work load any. I'm so glad she's got a new best buddy sharing a room with her.
On a side note, the picture of her standing next to the swing looks just like me when I was that age. It's uncanny.