Lydia at 7.
First grade superstar. Boy do you hate math facts. It is like pulling teeth to get you to practice them and you are horrible at them. Speaking of pulling teeth, you are at 6 teeth out (and two wiggly ones up top). You are quite possibly the most dramatic tooth puller I've ever seen. You wiggle, wiggle, wiggle until it is so loose it pokes out between your lips. We are all so sick of the loose tooth by the time it falls out it is a huge sigh of relief. It involves gagging, drooling, crying and finally I get tired of the drama and pull it out.
You are a flip-floppy cartwheeling fool. You can do a round off and a cartwheel. You and all the other first grade girls spend all of your courtyard time upside down. You love to show off that skill. You've also taught yourself to do a split. You are so excited to show off your skills.
You love Ms. Blair (but not nearly as much as ms. Longoria) and you also love that I work at your school. You drop by my room on the way in from recess, always hug me at courtyard time. It is so fun to see you around school.
You absolutely hate to talk to daddy on the phone. You refuse to hold the phone or do much more than poot noises into the phone. You are OK getting dropped off with him for his weekends, but you are absolutely livid that he lied to you about moving closer to us and you are so angry that he is going through with the divorce after we've prayed the whole year about his heart. You also want me to get you a new daddy and ask frequently if we will be getting a new "everyday daddy" as you call it.
You are now a complete pro at the no-training wheels bike riding and you are excited to try the triathalon again. You love to run and race.
You are over the Frozen fever from last year. You haven't really gotten a new passion. You thought you wanted to ride horses but after a few lessons you seem to be losing interest. You tried tumble, but missed the fun of the gym in Durham and asked to stop. The hilight of your year has been being in the school musical. Your first words after the show were "Can I do it next year?" You loved the positive attention you got from that.
You want to be grown up in so many ways (making your own meals, learning to use the DVD and TV downstairs, doing more chores) but you love to be little in so many ways (getting picked up, sleeping in my bed, sitting in my lap, getting rocked to sleep). I am happy to have you stay little as long as you will!