This one. She’s turning five tomorrow. A full hand. For a while, she was nervous, scared even, about turning five. It was a new number, she’d never been five before. Eventually, she decided she was excited, and only a little nervous about it. She is always a bit tentative about new things, even fun and exciting new things. Still a very big snuggler, thankfully. If at all possible, I really don’t want her to grow out of that.
She’s finally understood that she’ll always be my baby, even though she’s not a baby any more. There may be a bit of baby fat there, but she’s not a baby.
She’s a sensitive soul, quick to feel big feelings. One day she’s asking when I’m going to die. (Nice, kid. Just because you don’t like quiet time). Two days later she’s crying because she doesn’t want me to die, because I make the best sandwiches. (I’ll take that, food is love). She’ll cry if an animal is hurt in a show, or if someone is mean to someone else. Watching Star Wars with her was an experience, as was Toy Story 2 (and Toy Story 3, and …)
She can count to 1,114 (just ask Stu!) and loves getting math questions right, though she thinks she doesn’t know how to do math. Frustration comes quickly to her, but can easily be banished with a few encouraging words.
I’m very much enjoying watching this little person develop and grow.
I love my peanut.