You still love to make up songs. You often come into the room and announce that you have a new song to sing us. But first you want to hum the tune for us. It goes a little something like this: "Hey guys, GUESS WHAT! I have a new SONG!!! First I'll hum the tune for you. Here it goes. Mmm mmm mmmm mmm mmmmm mmm mmm mmmmmm mmmm. Now I'll sing the words: Thank you, Jesus, for the world You made and for all the Earth that You gave us and help us not to be mean to our family and teach us to share our toys and eat healthy food and my dress is purple and I like peaches." You are the master of random song lyrics.
You've suddenly learned to color in the lines! And, like much of your other milestones, there was never really any 'in-between stage'. It was like one day you were scribbling and very next day you colored in the lines. And I have to hand it to you, you're really good! You take a lot of creative licensing with your colors, however. Like, you feel Minnie Mouse should have pink ears. And purple hands. And Elmo should be blue. And Cinderella should have one arm purple, one brown arm, one yellow leg and one green leg. And why the heck not, right?
There's a sunroom in our new house in Marianna and we've turned it into a playroom. It's AWESOME. We've set up a little craft corner for you with a table, some chairs, and a 4' tall craft organizer. You are in HEAVEN. In the month we've lived here, you've made approximately 384 puppets (complete with popsicle stick handles), an entire ream's worth of notes and drawings (your specialties are playground scenes and Mike and Sulley from Monster's, Inc). You spend Quiet Time in the playroom surrounded by glue sticks, scissors, stickers, paper, crayons, markers, pipe cleaners, and yarn. It does my heart good to listen to you hum your comforting little tune (a five-note diddy that you sing/hum over and over while you craft - it's as comforting to you as your teddy bear is at bedtime). And it does my heart even more good to see both you and Charlie playing in the playroom. Sometimes you play together (and I hear the Hallelujah Chorus), but mostly you two do your own thing. You craft and Charlie bounces between rolling his trucks across the floor, reading, and wreaking havoc on Dora and the gang in your dollhouse.
You like to write books for people. What prompted this was my leaving on a girls' trip. Bob and Pep were going to come help Daddy wrangle you and Charlie while I went on a girls' trip with some dear friends from high school, and you wanted to have some special crafts ready for Bob for when she arrived at our house. Side note - you thought it was HILARIOUS that Bob and Pep were coming for a sleepover. And that they were bringing jammies (Bob even bought special rubber duckie jammie bottoms for the occasion!). In your mind, I guess, only your family wore jammies. And it never occurred to you that other people did, too. Anywho, you started writing books for Bob. The pages were filled with pictures of Bob's favorite things and favorite people. It was really precious. When I told you I was going on a trip to see my friends from high school, and that Manda (one of your most favorite people ever) was picking me up from the airport, you screeched "I HAVE TO MAKE A BOOK FOR MANDA!" Your first book was titled "All About Manda". I was excited to see what you had come up with, especially since you hadn't asked me any questions about what Manda liked. Here's what the book was:
Page 1: picture of Manda
Page 2: picture of John (Manda's husband)
Pages 3-5: pictures of friends from your preschool
Page 6: the word Good and the word Bad with a line through it
The End
Yep. It was all about Manda, that's for sure. You wrote another book for Manda and completely redeemed yourself. The book was absolutely precious - and you even stuck in a few pages that read "How do you like my book?" and "This is a very good book." Subtle, kid.
You are growing up into such a neat kid. I'm proud of the non-Stepford girl you are. You're quirky, you're silly, you're clever, you hum in an odd manner to calm yourself, you're a worrier, you're overly sensitive to loud noises - and you're slowly learning to be all those things, to find your own way to be all those things, in a socially acceptable way. You're becoming more and more independent and more patient with problem solving right before my very eyes. More than once, you've gotten really overwhelmed and come up to me with big ol' fat tears in your eyes and said "Momma, will you pray for me?" Daddy and I will always ALWAYS pray for you and Charlie Bear. It is one of our highest honors and greatest delights. And on some days, it is the one thing that stands between us and selling you two knuckleheads to the circus.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
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