She doesn’t understand why on earth I would pluck my eye-brows. She lives her life in a musical. I love to listen to her sing her way through everything she is doing or to make up stories to sing to us. My favorite is when she just starts singing praise songs she has made up, straight from the heart. I know it makes God smile. She also has a silly “vibrato” she does, but it is very serious to her. She makes nests for birds out of moss and roots and rocks colored with sidewalk chalk. She likes to do her own hair, which consists of putting hairclips haphazardly all over her head. I sometimes think I have taken them all out and will find a stray that has been in there for a good day or two. She lights up when we spend one-on-one time together. She does not stop smiling and giggling and trying to talk like she is all grown up. It is one of my favorite times too.
She loves to hear that she is the one who made me a Mommy. She insists she does not like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches anymore. She doesn’t know how to smile in pictures. She gets self-conscious. Everyday she is planning her next birthday party, or playdate or sleepover or dinner party or dance production. She is nervous and excited about Kindergarten. It is surreal that she will go to the same school I did. She will ask if we can drive by the school. When she sees it she will always say “look! That is my and your preschool, Mommy! It is both of our school! How funny/great is that?!”
She asks so many questions. They are all insightful. She is saving up her money for Frozen slippers. So far she has 42 cents. Bringing her own snack to school in her lunch box on Thursdays gives her an extra bounce in her step. She is always asking about God and Heaven, especially in the car or at bedtime. She has prayed to ask God to forgive her sins so she can go to heaven about half a dozen times for good measure. She asks to chew gum about 35 times a day. She focuses really hard on not swallowing it and takes it very seriously. Another obsession is chapstick. She stashes it various places so she can always find it and re-apply...in layers...all over her face. Tag is not just tag but "tag-you're it". She colors every day-usually hearts and swirls and bug eyed people. They are always a gift for someone. Lately she has been making name tags for dinner every night and she also decorated our house with about a dozen creepy-cute Easter bunny pictures made with markers, construction paper and “fancy scissors”. She told me the other night that my dinner “bammed her mind. He mind was bammed.” and after the next bite she said, “oh good my mind is back in my head again!”. She asks everyday if she can wear one of her nightgowns to bed. She looks so small wearing my old mini-mouse t-shirt/nightgown. It is down past her toes. The first time my mom saw her in it, she cried. When I am trimming her bangs she laughs hysterically when I blow away the stray hairs from her face. It reminds me she is still a little girl. I love those glimpses.
She still says some words wrong-like “Oat-mi-meal” and “geggies”, “bacuum” and “nittle bit”. I don’t usually correct her. She will ask me everyday “what are we doing tomorrow?” She doesn’t require much, just to know. She is so flexible with whatever life gives us, even if it means disappointment, or waiting, or the mundane. She and Braxton were afraid of the house phone (and kind of still are). We got it so the kids could dial 911 in an emergency. Now they are fairly certain that we will have an emergency because of the phone and neither one wants to learn how to use it. Her favorite hairstyles are braids like Elsa and Anna from Frozen or a “top-knot bun”. When I give her a compliment or I give her a kiss and tell her something sweet she scrunches up and gives a little giggle. I don’t want to lose the sound of that slightly uncomfortable, but giddy little giggle. It is then I know her cup is filling up. She calls lettuce “salad”. We are growing “salad” in our garden. She struggles with counting and gets frustrated very easily. When she gets something we have been working on right, she jumps and shouts and says something like “I got my hardest one!” She calls Braxton “buuuud” when she is talking down to him…in the sweetest way possible. She just got a pet caterpillar from preschool. She named it Stella and made a sign to introduce her to everyone. She wonders when she will find the prince she is going to marry. She calls all girls princesses and all their boyfriends or husbands are princes. She fell in love at school the other day, with a boy who loves Ninja turtles. She asked him if he believes in God and that Jesus took his punishment and if he is going to heaven. He said “ummm yeah I guess”. So she told us it they can get married and wants to start planning the wedding. She will also ask people if they believe in God, Satan or Santa. If they say they don’t believe in God she sadly tells them they are going to Hell. We are treading carefully there and working on that one. She gets sad when people don’t respond with the same enthusiasm she has for friends. She sometimes gets scared by pretend or sarcasm. She is amazed and proud that I didn’t eat my boogers as a kid. She thinks that makes me honest. She doesn’t get the concept of hugging around the waist. She gives new meaning to a “hug around the neck”.
She says the best thing about being a big sister is telling Braxton and Royce what to do, so they can learn how to be a big kid like her. She spends a lot of her time playing pretend with her Disney princess dolls and castles. Braxton often joins in with his knights and dragons and they will hide away for hours at a time. They really, truly are best friends. It brings tears to my eyes both in how beautiful it is and in how it may change. He is going to miss her next year.
She answers to “Bee-Bah”.