Joan, friend, Kate, Sugar Plum Fairy, and Clara
Joan, enjoying her sugary feast, er, I mean “tea”.
This age- nearly 5- is so awesome, you guys! I’m loving it. Whenever any of you share your trials with your 1- or 2-year-olds, I sigh. Part of me totally relates, part of me is smug, for already having crossed that parenthood hurdle, and part of me thinks “YOU JUST WAIT”. (There are probably worse words you can say to parents, but “YOU JUST WAIT” ranks right up there. I hate it. And yet.) Because, really, age 3 was the hardest for me. They were cranky, whiny, unappreciative, button-pushing-all-the-DAMN-TIME, screamy little ingrates. Turning 4 helped some- things got slowly better over the last year. But nearing 5, I can already see that this is going to be F-U-N.
On Saturday night, I put curlers in their hair. And they were excited about it. Yesterday, we took them shopping to buy gifts for each other. And then Joan made a card for Kate’s present that said “Dear Kate, I love you because you are beautiful. Love Joan”. We went to “Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium”, and they were so delighted with the whole experience. They took turns sitting on our laps, and I got sniff after sniff of their delicious hair/scalp smell. Every morning they open our advent box and report to us how many days until Christmas, and also how many days until Christmas Eve, and also how many days until we leave for Grandma’s.
Also, today Marin and I were playing with her doll. I was doing “So Big!” and “Patty Cake” etc with her doll’s hands. When I quit, she grabbed the doll’s hands and did the sign for “more” with the doll’s hands!
Yes, she is a baby genius.