I love this stage:
Sophia’s reading well and now working on writing. She writes tons of random things, sometimes spelling them her own way and sometimes asking me for help. And when I find her writings, I always smile.
Friday she was writing with sidewalk chalk, and I didn’t get a picture of it, but she’d written a series of
I love Mrs. Glover [her Kindergarten teacher]
I love Mrs. Sims [her assistant]
I love Derek
I love mommy
So-and-so [from her class] is ok.
Love her.
“Mommy, I know why it’s called Good Friday,” Sophia said this morning. “It’s because Jesus died for my sins, and that’s so good.“
It’s spring, so we chopped off the hair. Sophia’s short curls really suit her spunky personality. Jonathan, despite his indignation at being made to sit for a photo, is handsome and looking like a boy again (his hair and eyelashes were so long, even when he was in head to toe blue people were calling him “she”). Kate, a newly-declared tomboy, decided to rid herself of four inches of dead weight. She’s running track this spring and loving it, but has decided everything “girly” in her life has to go.
You won’t hear me complain.
Sophia turns five tomorrow, so we had a little lunch party with her friends today. But first, we went to Claire’s to get her ears pierced. She was very excited.
But a little girl got hers done first. She screamed and screamed, and it scared Sophia. She started to get nervous.
The assistant manager marked her ears with little dots. Sophia thought this part might hurt.
But it didn’t. The next part did, though.
And she still had one ear to go!
When it was all over, she was glad she’d done it. It’s probably the first of many times my little girl will go through pain to look pretty. And she is pretty.
Next up: Kate. The backstory on Kate is she also did hers at age 5, but they got terribly infected and she had to grow her holes in. Today, the saleslady told me she might be allergic to nickel and stainless steel, but if we forked out the $50 for the gold, Kate could possibly handle it. After weeks–literally weeks–of ad nauseum conversations about why Sophia gets to do this and even though it’s not fair, it’s also not fair to not let her just because Kate had bad luck with it, I thought the $50 might be a worthwhile gamble.
Kate was way more motivated than Sophia to get this done without a peep.
She was one happy little eight-year-old with her second chance at pierced ears.
I hope these white-gold earrings do the trick.
Afterwards, Sophia and her friend Julia did a little shopping.
And then we went out for lunch and a birthday cake with her friends.
I took a tired little boy home for a nap, and Derek took the girls to Target so Sophia could spend her gift cards from both sets of grandparents. She already knew what she wanted: a big Clifford stuffed animal.
Happy birthday, sweet Sophia. We love you.
I hate spending $23 on what amounts to a giant laminated piece of paper, especially when the most stylish in the group of ugly wall calendars is still this…err…industrial-looking thing. But what’s better than being able to look at your whole year on the wall? My life changed when I started using these things.
That’s worth $23.
In other news…
They’re gorgeous. I love them. But I’ve only worn them once. (They are super comfortable! I wore them standing for an hour of bell choir…no problem.)
First, the weather in Tennessee has been 100 percent lovely, so I’m taking advantage of sandals while I still can. (Soon, my toenail polish will chip and I’ll have to decide: redo the nails or put on real shoes?)
Second, I don’t have anything good to wear with them yet. The one skirt I had in mind when I bought them has a big old rip. I was going to ask my mother-in-law to fix it when she was here, but I forgot.
And I hate shopping, so I never make time for it. That needs to change, because the third reason I haven’t worn them/taken pics yet is this:
I can’t get my girls to stop wearing them.
Look what happens when I ask?
Four years old Almost five years old, and she’s already got great fashion sense. Now we just need to work on keeping her tongue in her mouth.