Nine years might have passed, but some things haven't changed as much as you'd think.
Buttercup, circa March 2003 -Sitting in Mom & Dad's bed with a broken left wrist.
Buttercup, circal January 2012 - Sitting in Mom & Dad's bed with a broken left wrist. (This time, she threw in a broken right wrist for good measure.)
Nine years ago, she amused herself by opening birthday presents her Auntie Eveline dropped by for her 4th birthday. (Yes, this was her birthday.)
This time around, she amused herself with Beans, who really didn't seem amused.
Nine years ago, she didn't let a little thing like a cast get in the way of rocking her new two-piece.
This time around, she didn't let a little thing like a cast (and a rigid brace) get in the way of some serious gym-time as she rocked her Vibram Five Fingers. (And, for those of you who worry, please know she had a trained professional guiding her entire workout...she's in good hands, I promise!)
No, my little Buttercup doesn't let much get her down...she even flashed me a bit of attitude.
It really does seem that some things never change.