2015 is the fourth new year of your life. New Years mean new beginnings and you've had plenty. This year, we started the new year at a new school. You were pretty upset about the frumpy uniform "for boys" until your Gigi told you all about how much she loved uniforms and especially pleated skirts. On the first day of school, you didn't even moan.
And when I came to pick you up 2.5 hours later, you were all smiles.
Two weeks after your first day at school you had your first field trip to Jungle Island. My guess is that it was a good thing this is somewhere we've been a few times as a family. I was nervous for you but really proud when I watched the big yellow bus roll up.
Now you go to Montessori school half days three times a week. It's just a shirt amount of time, but the Montessori approach is already so obviously helping you. Just a few weeks in and you're already so much more independent. Sometimes you still linger asking for a toy to play with, but other times you are completely self sufficient-which is adorable and awe-inspiring to see in a tiny 3 year old. So, to help you along, we've taken steps to make our home as montessori as possible, complete in lowering the things you need to your height and organizing the toys (that was big).
And it paid off. The other day, I was busy feeding Rafa and you disappeared. When I came to find you, you had gotten out some of your paints and paper and were nearly painting a picture. I was so impressed! And then I was scared-oh my god what have we started here!? But you did it all so perfectly well and there was no mess at all and I was so proud!
Since then, you're always helping yourself. You set the table, you get your own drinks, you set your own projects up. And it's amazing. You're amazing.
And you've gotten over your momentary fear of slides and are right back to Queen of the playground.
Some things haven't changed with the new year. You're still the best big sister ever.
While we're talking about a new year and new you... This is you.
And you still don't like "too many kisses all over".
Yes, that was a pot lid.
But at gymnastics, you are brilliant. A class of three year olds is guaranteed to be somewhat mayhem, but you are always so calm and collected. You follow the teachers directions and execute the skills brilliantly. I guess I expect you to be so much shyer than you are and am constantly amazed and proud. Even this week, when I woke you up from your nap to go into class and you were so tired and overwhelmed all you wanted to do was cry. I picked you up for a big cuddle and then you went right back in there.
Shel Silverstein. You love his poems and especially his silliness.
Coloring. You do it everyday for hours.
Jumping on furniture. And jointly shouting "Look at me!"
Rhyming. It's your own private language. Every sentence ends with a rhyming word and sometimes, you just drop the sentence and go for the rhyme.
Helping. Any project, every meal. You're an excellent helper.
And by far your favourite game of the new year is "princess and the pea", where I hide the "pea" under loads of blankets and you come spend the night with your princess and the pea doll. Then you ask, "is it morning time?" and begin ripping the layers of blankets away to reveal the pea...that isn't always there.
I love you,