11 years, 8 months.
In the sporadic weeks of this summer like this one, when you’re not doing a camp or on vacation, it’s up to you to find fun creative ways to keep yourself entertained; as Mommy and I work full-time from home.
You took it upon yourself to train with some YouTube videos on how to carve clay sculptures, and then with my assistance, to put them in the oven to preserve them.
I am so amazed at your talent. And again, you taught yourself how to do this!
You are seriously considering my idea of making a small business out of this for your upcoming school year.
I could see your classmates wanting to buy these hand-carved sculptures as keychains to put on their backpacks!
6 years, 2 months.
You have been very excited this week because you now have a brand-new day bed, to replace your smaller older one that we got you two years ago when you started Pre-K.
So now, you have an even bigger bed, and one that has another roll-out bed underneath it!
It took Mommy and me three days to put it to together- and when I say “Mommy and me”, what I really should say is “mostly Mommy”… because I am not mechanical-minded at all!
Your new bed is so comfortable. I look forward to taking a nap on it sometime soon!
11 years, 8 months.
When it comes to “FOMO” (fear of missing out), I typically can’t relate. In most cases, I have JOMO instead: I have joy of missing out.
I usually am so relieved when plans get cancelled. Most people have major trouble believing me when I say I truly am an introvert, but it’s true: I love not having to go do the thing, whatever the thing is- if it involves driving more than 5 minutes, waiting in line, or being in a crowd of people.
But when it comes to being involved in your life and your sister’s, I totally have fear of missing out. I just realized that this week.
It makes sense now why I have faithfully written you and your sister every week of your lives. I see now that it’s my way of being involved as I can in your lives; to always have a souvenir of what we experienced together that week.
6 years, 1 month.
I’m not sure how the conversation happened, but at some point once school was out for the summer, you and your brother decided that you would be sleeping on the floor of his bedroom; until further notice.
What’s funny is, he just hangs out in his tent next to his bed and plays his games on his computer until you fall asleep.
So there’s not necessarily any real quality time going on, but the unspoken truth is that you both prefer sleeping in the same room as opposed to separate ones.
I cracked up last Saturday as Jack and I were hanging out in the bonus room, and you discreetly went up to him and whispered to him, “I’m going to bed now.”
As if you needed his approval? And I was right there!
That was hilarious.
6 years old.
As your Kindergarten school year is coming to a close, there are often special themes for each day of the week now.
Your most recent favorite was Superhero Day.
Conveniently for you, your brother happened to have a stash of superhero apparel stashed away in his closet- so he gladly got you all fixed up!
You came home that day and told me, “Daddy, everyone thought I was Wonder Woman! Most people didn’t even dress up, but I did!”
I admit, I was especially proud because you chose to wear your “Daddy’s Girl” t-shirt as part of your superhero ensemble.