Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Day Our Lives Began
I was so nervous when I was learning to be a mom. I laugh now thinking about how scared I was to give you a bath, how I anguished over dressing you, and whether you were getting enough food. Or sleep. Or tummy time. I must have done something right, because you are simply wonderful.
I want to remember forever that you were just like this at age five:
As a big five year old, you love to read. You started reading small books when you were three, and now you're up to chapter books. The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh is what you're reading to us at night right now, and we've decided to throw a Pooh party when you finish it. I love that you take the time to read to your sister and brother, and books are constantly scattered around our house because you read so many of them a day!
At night, you listen to The Magic Tree House books on CD, and you have about a million of them!
Playtime for you usually includes Princess figures and your toy Cinderella's Castle. You come up with elaborate stories for them, and you shout, "Dreams come true! Dreams come true!," just like you saw them do at Disney World. One of your scenarios includes every character bringing a gift to the one having a birthday or getting married. And there are hundreds of them. You are very dedicated and will not allow us to clean up the mess until you are finished, which sometimes takes days. Most of my time is spent trying to pick up your figures so I don't step on them.
For Christmas, you got a pink Barbie house, which is another toy getting thrown into the rotation. You have decided to name your Ken dolls Speeder, John Handsome, and Nickel. I've only heard one Barbie have a name, and that was Sylvia.
You play Wii games with your dad, and you both yell at the screen, though you have no idea what you're yelling or what it means--you just want to be like him. Games are some of your favorite things. We've played Candyland, Chutes and Ladders, Pretty Pretty Princess, Tic-Tac-Toe, and more. However, you're infamous for scattering pieces all over the house, so we rarely have all the parts we need to play! Recently, you've started playing Scrabble with us in a modified way. And you win, because you're definitely a better speller than we are. Or at least better than your dad, for sure.
I keep thinking that you're growing out of the dress-up phase, but then you see Brynn dressing up and your interest is high again. The two of you play together and fight together. I enjoy watching you girls play your made-up games (like "Gifts" and "Princess Party") that have rules only the two of you understand. And you love your baby brother so much, too. You're constantly telling him, "I'm right here, buddy. It's okay, I'm right here." He calms down when you talk to him or rub his head. Since he was born, you've spent hours reading him books and giving him toys. You're such a big help to me.
When you grow up, you say you want to be a chef, a nature photographer, a veterinarian, a doctor, a teacher, a scientist, and a dancer. You spend lots of time cooking, taking pictures, exploring, experimenting, and dancing, so I have no doubt that you could do all of those things.