Happy Six, Peanut

She hates it when I call her ‘Peanut’ now. Tough patoots, I say. It’s your nickname and I’m not giving it up. Oh, and you’re a peanut, so it’s fitting. I’m not a nut, she replies. No, not in that sense…

She’s becoming a truly, truly lovely young lady. She’s sweet, caring, responsible, thoughtful and smart. I’m quite proud of her, and of the choices and decisions she’s making, and learning to make, as she navigates this big world we live in. I think she’s going to make it.

She asked for a “star” party this year. And, well, this mama delivers. Star party it is. Stars everywhere…the cake, the decor, the dress. I’m “that mom” and I think I’m OK with it. I haven’t decided yet.

Whatever the case, Happy Birthday, kiddo. You are my favorite six year old.

And look! Mommy (and Asher) made it into a photo, and wore stars. Just for sissy.

First day of Kinder

Yep, yesterday, we sent our first baby, our Peanut, to Kindergarten. One small step for her, one giant step for mom and dad.

It’s so much more than just a first day of school. It’s the first day of her joining the public school institution; of US, as a family, joining that institution, and is the beginning of the next 13 years of her life.

I did good yesterday. I hid behind my camera, focusing and f-stopping to avoid crying. It worked. I got great shots and held it together. Of course, now, writing this, the tears are pouring. Can I blame it on the pregnancy?

She loved it though. She made a little friend, sat next to some boys on the bus (was disappointed to not find a girl to sit with), and enjoyed her teacher, Mrs. T.

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What She Wears

She wears headbands, and lots of them. Several a day. They’re all over the house, my car, her backpack…it’s kind of funny if not totally annoying. She also wears crazy stuff together, like her cherry dress with her heart leggings because, “the leggings have red hearts and the dress has a red top and red cherries so they match”. Um, sure. And her great-great-grandmother’s apron. Who knew it’d still be around, and that she’d love the yellow one so much. I love having these little bits of family heritage around here. It makes it cozy.

Today was also daddy’s birthday…he’s 30-something officially. Per Ryan’s directive, we made him a breakfast for dinner feast, complete with pancakes with whipped cream and blueberries “just like in the Curious George book”. He loved it.

We finished off with a lemon pound cake that Ryan frosted and decorated herself. Her independence the last few days is amazing. All of a sudden, her mindset has switched from “I can’t do it alone” to “of course I can, and I will, watch!”. Maybe it has something to do with registering for Kindergarten, or turning 5, or who knows what. Yes, I said registering for Kindy…I slipped that in there, huh? I suppose I should have taken photos, and for certain I was composing them in my mind, wishing I’d grabbed my camera, but I didn’t. It’s OK…she was overwhelmed enough as it were, without my big camera in her face.

But yep, she’s all set to head off to Kindy in the fall, and take the bus there, and take the bus home and ohmygosh, didn’t I just give birth to her yesterday? For those wondering, yes, I held it together. Mostly. I choked back a few tears looking down the hallway at all the even bigger classrooms (one this at a time, mama). I choked back a few tears looking at the writing the kindergarten children were working on. I choked back tears at the much more sophisticated artwork the big kids were doing. But the important this is that I didn’t break out in tears. I held it together. For now. Talk to me on the first day of school as I stealthily follow the bus to school to watch her walk into her classroom.

Happy FIVE!!

Five years ago today, I won the jackpot. I didn’t know it then, but giving birth to Ryan Elizabeth would change my life immeasurably. I guessed it, and assumed it would, but I really had no idea the depths and ways it would alter my entire existence. I’ve made lifelong friends, built amazing relationships and grown as a human being.

She is an amazing little girl: sweet, funny (hilarious, really), quirky, loud, and completely perfect as a member of our family.

Happy Birthday Peanut. We cannot believe you’re FIVE already!

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One of those days…

No, not THAT kind. The other kind. The wonderful kind where you don’t really do much of anything special, but it’s still a lovely day.

Today was the first day this week I had time to focus on the girls, to not work, to not rush around doing a million things. And I was able to take the time to notice them, and notice what they’re doing right now.

Finleigh is clapping. When we say “yay” she claps. And she beams. She is SO proud of herself, and we’re so proud of her. When the phone rings, she looks around for it, and says, “ello, ello?”. I nearly always answer the phone with a “hello” and it’s so fun to hear her repeating, and so clearly learning from us. She and Ryan have table slap-offs, where they both bang on the table as hard as they can and giggle uncontrollably. Fin signs “more”, “all done” and “milk” and knows what they mean, too. When she’s hungry, we get lots of “more” signs. When she’s done with a diaper change, we get “all done” signs. She can pull herself up, primarily when we’re in the bathroom while Ryan takes her baths. She desperately tries to climb into the tub; she loves the water and her big sister. She’s quite the character. And it’s so fun to watch them interact.

I think the most difficult thing I’m finding about mothering two children, especially two this far apart is trying to celebrate Finleigh’s small milestones without making Ryan’s seem less important. It’s so easy to focus on the cute baby doing cute baby things and overlook the mundane things that a 4.5 year old does. I’ve really had to make an effort to celebrate what I don’t always see as big deals for Ryan, but to her, they are.

But today, there was big stuff. The easy to celebrate stuff. The “make mama tear up” stuff. Ryan’s been trying for weeks to write “real” words. She spells out letters and asks me what it says. It usually says nothing, though she’s been getting closer, and better at sounding out words in attempts to read them. Today though, she wrote a word.

All by herself.

I was in the kitchen when she asked what R-O-L-I-E spelled. I had to stop and think for a minute, and then ran out to the living room…it’s spells rolie, Ryan, you spelled a word!! I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so excited. She jumped up and ran around the living room shouting “I spelled a word all by myself!” and nearly knocked me over hugging me. I’m having such a hard time believing that she’s nearly five, and nearly reading.

So yeah, today was one of those days. But not one of THOSE days.

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I know, it’s a few days late. Better late than never.

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