Day one - not a hard day to find the good

So day one, mostly a normal day in the Johnson household. Ali, my youngest, has been playing up in her room for the past hour or so now. About every five to ten minutes or so you can hear something loud hit the floor. What that means is that when my wife or I go upstairs you will see more clothes, blankets, toys, and etc on the floor than actual floor.
 To top off the clothes on the floor issue my oldest daughter, Kenzie, has changed her clothes about ten to eleven times already today. No reason, her other ones are not dirty, wet, or have any other problem but rather, just because. Every time she goes upstairs she comes down in something new. My favorite part is that some of these outfits include headbands, but do you think she wears them normal, not a chance. She wears them so that the  headband goes over the back side of her head. My fear is that this headband thing is going to last for years, she will wear it this way to school, and soon this ridiculousness will turn into a "look". That would be just how this would turn out.
The easy "good" to find in this day was not hard to see at all. Last night I worked on my Christmas present for my parents while Kenzie watched. She had been a chatterbox all day but while she watched my work see was very quite. This morning Kenzie asked if she could use my paints. This conversation taking place while I am trying to take a shower, of course. I told her that we can use them when I get done. When I came downstairs I assumed that she wanted to paint on blank pieces of paper like she has in the past, this was not the case. I had a 2 foot by 3 foot canvas sitting under my easel, my last blank canvas, and that is what she wanted to paint on. What made it special is not that she wanted to use my last canvas but that she told me "she wanted to paint just like I did because she always likes the paintings that I paint and she wanted to paint just as good so she needed to use the same paper that I paint on".
Now with that being said both my children are upstairs screaming as Tiff tries to give them a bath so I should probably go help. Until tomorrow......