5 years, 2 months.
Since the beginning of mankind, humans have used art as a way to illustrate things that fascinate and inspire them.
This past weekend, you were unashamed in your proclamation of your “boyfriend” Brooks, from your preschool class.
Granted, this is no surprise to me. When Mommy or I go to pick you up in the afternoons from school and Brooks is still there too, he says to you, “Holly… hug!”
Just a few weeks ago, right in front of me, he told you, “Holly, remember… I’m going to marry you one day!”
I’ve even met both of his parents in the process of picking you up from school, too. They have heard the same stories from Brooks.
So I guess we’ll see how all this pans out in about 20 years!
9 years, 5 months.
Today is a very special day. After working at the same company since 1979, Papa’s last day of work is today.
He is retiring!
That means he is going to have more time to take you fishing and also be able to work on restoring his 1980 MG too.
This past weekend you helped Papa put on the louvers on the hood, as well as the antenna.
Granted, it is definitely a strange time to be retiring, as we are still in the middle of the COVID-19 lockdown.
But fortunately, none of that has delayed his retirement.
This is going to be very exciting!
9 years, 3 months.
Last Sunday, Mommy and I needed an hour to finish the second half of the movie we rented from Redbox. While it is not uncommon for you and your sister to need to take a nap on Sunday afternoon, it was apparent to me that you both were full of energy.
Therefore, I explained to you both that if you could independently figure out how to entertain yourself downstairs while Mommy and I finished the movie upstairs, I would let you forgo naps.
You both agreed to the deal.
An hour later, when our movie was over and we came downstairs, we found the source of your entertainment.
Using the Noah’s Ark tent your Uncle Al and Sharon got you several years ago, you and your sister collected as many blankets and pillows as you could find and filled it up.
Ultimately, it became something like a swimming pool.
You and your sister took turns running up to and attempting to jump high enough to jump inside.
It was a plan that came together. We’ll have to try this again sometime.
8 and a half years years old.
Exactly a week after turning 8 and a half years old, today was your last day as a 2nd grader.
It’s also been one of those weeks where Mommy and I both noticed individually, and then announced to each other, that you seem bigger all of the sudden.
And I’m sure that is the case. With my birthday being in April, by the time I was 8 and a half years old, I was already a couple of months into my 3rd grade year.
You’ve got a fun summer ahead, including “Zoo Camp” for a week at the Nashville Zoo, as well as our upcoming family vacation in Lake Tahoe and Sacramento next month.
In a few more months, you’ll officially be a 3rd grader. But first, it’s time to have some fun summer adventures!
8 years, 5 months.
Perhaps it was a perfect coincidence that as you were preparing your class presentation for the following week, there happen to be a perfectly windy and rainy Sunday afternoon.
You wanted to take your kite out in the perfect environment, but neither Mommy nor I wanted to go outside and get wet with you.
So I suggested a compromise:
You got to go outside and fly your kite in the field behind our house, while I supervised from your bedroom window overlooking the scene.
Granted, it didn’t take too long before the wind caused the string for your kite to catch itself in a knot that was impossible to untie.
But at least you were able to feel like a boy who was getting to break the rules in some way.