6 years, 5 months.
This past Saturday morning, I took you to a trial class for cheerleading. You decided this year you didn’t want to further pursue dance or gymnastics; despite how good you are at both!
Mommy got an email letting us know there was a recent opening in the cheerleading class, so I took you there to see what you thought of it.
The answer: You completely loved it.
Especially the part about you being the smallest girl there, which meant they practiced on you as the one to lift up into the air.
I hope you decide to pursue cheerleading classes. I saw that you clearly are a natural at it!
6 years, 4 months.
I love relaxing weekends where we don’t have to go anywhere; when we can just hang out as a family at the house and do whatever we feel like doing.
No errands. No shopping. No house cleaning.
Last weekend was a weekend like that.
I was so happy to see you and Mommy take some time to paint at the kitchen table, as I read through my current Enneagram book.
As as family, we are collectively artistic. And it can be easy to forget that when “real life” gets in the way of… real life.
6 years, 4 months.
For nearly a month, I had an event on the calendar:
I had been invited to a men’s breakfast for last Saturday, that I heard about through my F3 group.
In my mind, I had really built up this event; it was announced there was be Texas beef brisket.
However, the day before, you learned that Mommy would not be available to take you to your classmate’s Chuck E. Cheese birthday party; which just happened to be taking place during the same time as the men’s breakfast.
You began crying.
But not for long. Because I decided to take you to the birthday party instead.
And as for breakfast, I took you and your brother to a perfect Greek bakery near our house.
It was a no-brainer, choosing you over my own plans.
I just simply thought, “A year from now, what will really matter?”
The answer: Memories with you.
6 years, 3 months.
All this week, you’ve been telling Mommy and me that you think you have a loose tooth. On Monday, I tried to wiggle the front tooth you said was feeling wiggly.
While I couldn’t feel it move, you insisted you could.
This morning, as Mommy and I waited with you for the school bus, Mommy tried wiggling it.
And I saw it myself: Your front tooth definitely visibly wiggled a little bit.
So now, it’s only a matter of time before you lose your first tooth. Every picture I take now may be the last one where you still have all your baby teeth!
11 years, 10 months.
Something that was well established since our family’s (infamous?) Walt Disney World trip last Christmas was this:
I DO NOT do well in large crowds. It’s one of my personal living nightmare scenarios.
Therefore, when Mommy and I finally had to give in to you and your sister asking to go to the County Fair last weekend, I was definitely dreading it.
The anxiety and fear were building up.
Then on Saturday morning, as we had already waited nearly 20 minutes in a line just trying to get off the Interstate exit to get to the parking lot of the fair, Mommy kindly asked, “Jack, are you SURE you want to go to the fair today? We could do something else instead…”
At that point, I chimed in: “For the amount of money we would spend on you and your sister at the fair today, I will gladly give you both a stipend to spend at Target. Plus, we can go out for pizza first, at Mellow Mushroom.”
Like comedian John Mulaney says, “It is 100% easier not to do things than to do them, and so much fun not to do them- especially when you were supposed to do them.”
Officially, our entire family had more fun by cancelling our plans than going to the fair!