You had your Christmas program at preschool a few weeks ago. It was obscenly adorable. The older kiddos in Sunday School sang for the first half of the program; your preschool class sang (hollered? mumbled? cried?) for the second half. Knowing how (*ahem*) cooperative four-year-olds can be, your teachers had the excellent idea to have you guys sing along with a CD. Because if you didn't? It would be delightful music with a bunch of four-year-olds sounding like Charlie Brown's teacher. I couldn't get enough of you guys - all gussied up in your Christmas best, looking all adorable and festive, and being so silly and four. Most of the kids in your class (including you) loudly called to their respective parents (the acoustics were AWESOME in the sanctuary) and waved maniacally. You sang adorable songs, and while the intention was to do adorable hand motions to go along with the songs, most of the kids had other plans for their hands. Some chose to clap randomly, some bit their fingernails, some folded their arms across their chest and sulked, and some (ie: you) spent the majority of the program picking fuzz off her dress and trying to button her sweater. The coolest part was when you went up the microphone and recited a few Bible verses. I was wondering if you'd go through with it or not, and you did - like a champ. And the look on your face when the audience clapped for you? I will forever remember that smile.
We went to a local state park to see their Christmas display - you and Charlie were in heaven! Santa also happened to be there - and knowing how much of a NON fan you were of him last year, I prepared you in advance. You seemed super excited to see him, and when it was your turn to sit on his lap, you skipped up to him and made yourself comfortable. The same can't be said for Charlie. He sat, but hung his head the entire time (that's his go-to response for when a stranger talks to him). You explained to Santa that Charlie was really silly and that he probably wouldn't play along. You're quite the perceptive one, my girl.
Just like I did for last year's Christmas gift of a marble run, I planted the idea in your head of wanting Magformers. They're these super rad (read: nerdy) magnetic blocks that I saw on a Mommy Blog last month. I looked at a few YouTube videos about them and was instantly hooked. I showed you the videos and your eyes lit up. You decided that you wanted them more than ANYthing (score for me!) and you squealed like a crazy person when you ripped off the paper and saw them in your lap on Christmas morning. All four of us have had the best time building things with them.
The day after Christmas, you ended up with the flu. And pink eye. To say the last week of you being four has been miserable is a gross understatement. You were burning up with a fever and sobbing the night after Christmas. We took you to Urgent Care the next morning and had you diagnosed with the flu within 15 minutes. I don't remember ever seeing you that pitiful. You just laid in bed and had this sad, far off look in your eyes. On our way back to Marianna (we were in Pensacola when you got sick), Daddy and I noticed that your eyes were swollen and oozy. I called Urgent Care and told them your symptoms and the doctor had seen called in a prescription for pink eye right away. ThankyouJesus.
I've often forgotten that you're only four. Your wit and sense of humor are on par with adults ... you read like someone in the upper grades of elementary school ... you make up stories like a screenwriter ... so when you whine and pitch a fit like a four-year-old, I'm often shocked. I have to remind myself that you're only four. You're a smart four, but you're still only four. And four-year-olds are allowed to be irrational and complete wackadoos. But you're MY wickedly smart, totally irrational, and completely wacky four-almost-five-year-old. And my heart is all the better for you, the girl who felt that beginning her entrance into the world right as the ball dropped in NYC was a solid plan. And it was. You will always, always be my best girl.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
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Headlines for January 1, 2014:
- 'Once in a lifetime': Global revelers ring in 2014 with booms and flashes
- Pope Francis to Ted Cruz: 2013's breakout stars
- NASA criticizes Beyonce's Challenger song sample
- Barbara Bush hospitalized for respiratory ailment
- Experts fear attacks are terror probes before Sochi
- Schumacher improved, but doctors are still cautious
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