Happiest of birthdays R!
Today you are five. I still remember five years ago - it was a Friday also - dropping your big sister off at school knowing that this was the day. I remember rushing to finish what I was working on at work and skating into the Dr's office right before noon. I had strict orders to head straight to the hospital and there I waited (for what seemed like FOR-EV-ER) for your Papa to get there. Though you weren't born until after 6 so I guess it wasn't as huge of a rush as I thought.
Life is clearly much different than it was on that Friday. Now you are a big sister and have had five years of living life your way. You are quiet, shy-at-times, and kind and generally go with the flow; you can be a lose cannon and very hardheaded occasionally when you are tired and don't get your way; a probable result of not articulating what you really want in the first place (you've got to speak up around here!) I've conjured up new parenting tricks to meet you in the middle - like walking home if you continuing screaming at the top of the lungs in the car; I think the fresh air does you well.
You are the middle girl. You want to do big things like E and not baby things with M but you can mostly go either way. Sometimes I forget though that you aren't as big as E so I should remember to cut you a break more often because I'd like to lump you two together as twins.
You took to tee-ball last fall and had a great time with playing with your BFF from way back (y'all were 9 months old). You had the most pitiful, tearful fit in the car the other day when I told you that you and he would be at different schools next year. But I'm sure there will be lots of playdates and more tee-ball seasons in y'alls future since you are adamantly NOT playing soccer. You are excited about swimming this summer and your biggest fan (besides me and Papa) is probably E who will probably cheer so hard and will you to swim with the 6 and unders. She can get under your skin but she LOVES you. Though I'm quite sure if you don't want to do it - it ain't going to happen. You know how to dig your heels in sometimes.
Last week you told me you didn't want a birthday and you didn't want to be five. I couldn't get any birthday cake or birthday snack ideas out of you. Well a few days later, come to find out you don't want to turn five because you don't want to leave pre-K. Sometimes we have to piece things together with you. Well heck, I don't blame you. We got some reassurance that you won't be kicked into Kindergarten today - you were good with turning 5. I think you mostly like school. You don't have too much to say about it most days. You do love being the line leader and bringing your show and tell.
To try and explain your general outlook on things I close with this. Yesterday we were running around after praying with the timers going off and rushing to get out the door. I told you to 1. get socks on and 2. turn off the light in your room. Everyone else was downstairs getting closer to the threshold of the garage door and I hadn't seen you yet. I shout up the upstairs and you are leisurely coming down like it's no big deal. You get your hair brushed and shoes on and still manage to beat the resident morning foot-dragger and complainer out the door - which is normal. As we were leaving Papa said he found you sitting on your bed deep in a book - the socks and light weren't on your radar screen. Basically you do what you want, when you want (and that happens to get you in trouble sometimes) but you love a good book. You could look at books for hours. We have started the reading book but you aren't tossing it in my lap every night so it often gets over looked BUT when you learn to read I think you are going to soak up every book you get your hands on.
Don't change your carefree, do-it-on-my-watch ways R. I may not always understand the things you do and why but we'll love you just the same.
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