Apparently you were being a chatty Cathy at school, and your teacher had to move you to a new table. There was no fussing and no freaking out on your part (thank you, Jesus) but you did assure your teacher she didn't have to tell me you got moved. According to your teacher, the conversation went something like this:
Teacher: Now Natalie, you know I'm gonna have to tell your Momma that I moved you, right?
You: Well of course you don't! Look - I've moved! I've taken care of it! No need to tell Momma!
This month marked the first time you apologized - unprompted - for acting rudely. You were a big ol' sassypants, you got corrected, then a few minutes later you came up to me and said "I'm sorry I spoke rudely to you, Mommy." I scooped you up and we had an epic cuddle session. It was glorious. (And in case you were wondering, not 10 minutes after that, you were a big ol' sassypants again and did NOT apologize for it. I'll take what I can get.)
This is the first year where Daddy and I are actually giving you some say in your Christmas and birthday presents. (I know, I know - it's a travesty that you've had your presents chosen for you for the past four years.) Since you love to write, we asked you to write out your wishlists. Some of the stuff I knew you wanted (a scooter, Magformers [though that one was due to my coaxing - they look really fun and *I* want to play with them so I talked them up a LOT]) but then you went and threw some random stuff on there that I had no clue you wanted. But then I realized you had put things on your list that were advertised on the commercials after some of the shows you like. You love the commercials that come on after Bubble Guppies. You ask to watch that show JUST so you can see the commercials. Some of the toys that are advertised are straight-up creepy, dude. A strange, gigantic-eyed monkey is NOT my idea of a best friend, thankyouverymuch.
This is your last month as the big 0-4. You are unbelievably (no - make that believably; it's totally understandable) excited about your birthday. You're excited about cake (you've requested strawberry
cake this year - and we're not talking vanilla cake with strawberries on top. No, you want pink strawberry cake and pink strawberry frosting), you're excited about presents (we're trying to teach you to ease up on the whole materialism thing, but it's pretty hard when your birthday is one week after Christmas), you're excited about being a big kid. Hopefully maturing to the ripe ol' age of five will lessen your big ol' sassypants-ness, but I'm not holding my breath. You are my child, after all.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
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Headlines for December 1, 2013:
- 'Fast and Furious' actor Paul Walker dies in high-speed crash
- Etsy-nomics: How crafty artisans stitch together a living in shaky economy
- Canine crowned world's ugliest dog in 2007 dies
- ObamaCare site deadline passes
- Ranchers send livestock to SD after blizzard losses
- Why You Should Give Your Kid an iPad This Holiday (riiiiiiiight - not gonna happen in THIS family)
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