I can hardly believe I have a first grader. Well, I can believe it when she starts getting all sassy with me. Sometimes she is six going on sixteen!
This year we transferred her to another school so that she could do the Spanish Immersion program. It was something I’d been thinking about for months. She was really sad about leaving all her friends at her last school, and I felt bad for her. However, I knew that she would be able to make new friends quickly, which she has. Also, Dave and I both speak Spanish, so it’s kind of a no-brainer. We would be stupid to not put her in a program like this.
Gwenie started preschool yesterday. She was SO excited. She had her clothes all laid out by her bed and at 7am came into our room, on my side of the bed, and when I opened my eyes and said good morning, she whispered to me, “first day of school.” Then she went over to Dave’s side of the bed and did the same thing to him. It was really cute.
When I dropped her off, she didn’t even look back at me. I decided not to take it personally. When I picked her up and asked her how it went, one of the first things she said to me was, “I don’t have any homework!” Sounds like a younger sibling to me!
Right now both girls are at school and Olive is napping. I almost don’t know what to do with myself. I think I’ll get used to these quiet mornings!
One of these days we won’t have such an ugly front door.
And there is a bit more room in my mouth right now.
Well, that vacation was either way too short, or it passed by really quickly. Probably both.
I want more.
More time with Dave. (I love having him all to myself)
More visiting with family and friends.
More of these cute and happy girls. (They fight a lot less when we are on vacation)
On the drive home, I kept thinking these three things:
1. I don’t want Dave to go back to work. Ever.
2. I don’t want to face all the laundry that awaits me.
3. I want to eat another tigger’s tail.
More pictures from our vacation to come after I come conquer the mountain of laundry that awaits me.
I love to set up my own little area with my stuffed animals and pillows. This is where I can be found most of the time, away from my Mom’s eye and a little sister that like to copy every single thing I do. Sometimes I just want to be all by myself.
“I’m a loner, Dottie. A rebel.”
Plus, it makes for a super comfy place to read.
Movie quote? Anyone?
Inez is six. On her actual birthday, she had some sort of stomach flu. She threw up at school during her class’ Christmas party and got sent home. Her birthday party was postponed and she napped all afternoon. When she woke up we had a little family party for her and luckily, all the sad emotions from earlier in the day were easily forgotten.
The Birthday Clown (a tradition from my family) brought Gwen a hat. It was a $2 clearance hat from TJ Maxx that she wore the whole time we were shopping there a few days previous to Inez’s birthday. I tricked Gwen into thinking we weren’t going to buy the hat and that we had to put it back, but I actually bought it on the sly. She was pretty excited when she opened it, as you can see.
My Dad sent a copy of the poem Now We Are Six by A. A. Milne to Inez. She was so excited to turn six that she memorized it.
Personally, I love the ending:
But now I am Six,
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
It’s not that I want her to stay six forever, but if she only could stop growing up so fast, that would be great.
Inez has a loose tooth (and a dirty face and crusty boogers).
Can this really be happening so soon?
She’s only 5 years, 5 months and 5 days old (tomorrow).
She keeps calling it her “broken tooth” and doesn’t touch or wiggle it at all.
At this rate, the tooth fairy won’t have to come for a few months.
Why does she insist on growing up?
Inez: (watching Peter Pan) Dad, why does Captain Hook say “swoggle me eyes?”
Dave: I think it’s just the way pirates talk. I don’t know what it means though.
Inez: Yeah. Me neither.
(thinking)
Inez: I think it means “what the heck.”
Inez: why do you have to wait until you’re eight to get baptized? Why can’t you get baptized when you are one?
Dave: Well, I guess it’s because you don’t really understand what baptism is when you are one—you just don’t know enough yet.
Inez: Dad, I know about everything! …except tarantulas.
Dave: Really? How do you know everything? Where did you learn it all?
Inez: Dad! Swimming lessons! Preschool!
Dave: Right. Right.
Inez: Dad, do tarantulas have little hands at the end of their legs?
Dave: …
