10 years, 10 months.
It is our tradition as a family to visit one of the nearby pumpkin patches each Fall season. This year, with your sister being a 5 year-old girl, not a preschooler, it was clear she was interested in participating in more adventure than in previous years there.
You were sure to show her the way- and she was just as eager to follow you.
Whether it was going into the spooky house, jumping off the mountain of hay, and going down the huge tunnel slide together.
I loved being able to watch the two of you have fun together.
5 years, 4 months.
This has been a long time in the making… that this weekend, after well over a year of planning, you are going to be the flower girl in our friend’s wedding!
I heard that Mommy is going to accommodate you as you get your hair professionally styled for the event. It’s going to be a big deal!
I will be so proud to be taking pictures of you the whole time. I know that you are going to feel like a real little princess.
Not to mention, this will also be the first wedding you’ve ever gone to that you’ll actually be old enough to remember.
5 years, 4 months.
A tradition that has been going on ever you could speak well enough to understand me is that anytime I take you anywhere, I lean over and softly say, as if I was reading the title of a children’s book to a classroom food of kids:
Little Holly’s Big Day.
I pretend that every event I am taking you to is like the first time you are ever doing it.
And when I say “Little Holly”, I’m not kidding. I’m pretty sure you’re the smallest kid in your class.
That was pretty evident when last Friday, the entire school wore the official school t-shirt.
Mommy ordered the smallest possible size for you, but it was noticeably way too big on you!
10 years, 9 months.
In a few months, you’ll be turning 11 years old; taking you further into the preteen years. Even so, I still catch glimpses of you doing classic boy things; like the way I remember you when you were much younger.
This weekend, you spent several hours testing out Crazy Aaron’s Thinking Putty versus some generic slime you still had from Valentine’s Day.
You decided a good experiment would be to poke a straw in each clump and blow air until the point it exploded. Of course, you gave me a play-by-play commentary during the entire event.
I couldn’t help but think to myself: Enjoy these moments.
5 years, 3 months.
Sometimes while I am giving you a bath, you randomly tell me some of the most insightful discoveries going on in your head, as a 5 year-old girl; like recently:
“Daddy, am I the brightest one?… And Nonna is the darkest?”
You are self-aware of the fact that you are curiously the fairest complected member of our entire living family tree; as it is simply a natural response when people see you with any family members; to point it out.
And true, it’s most obvious when you are next to Nonna.
You managed to get all the German and Norwegian genes, and apparently none of the Mexican or Mediterranean.