This has been a big year for you, My. You have lost some number of teeth that I can't remember (whoops), you've gotten more into reading, and you love school. You have become such a good eater that I almost forget how picky you were as a little tyke. You are still Jon David's biggest supporter, and for some reason, you have taken to making his bed for him lately. I'm not sure what all that is about, but today he cried that he couldn't take a nap because his bed wasn't made the way Myla makes it. You are also very concerned about being on time for things, which has led to a few of these pep talks: "Please stop asking me what time we are doing this. Dad and I will be in charge of us leaving on time." Your newly-discovered favorite thing is rollerblading, but I somehow have no pictures of this pursuit! I'm sure there will be more opportunities.
I hyped up the fact that this year was your "golden birthday," so you mentioned the golden aspect many times leading up to your big day. It got to the point where I thought I may have caused you to be overly enthusiastic about it, since I didn't really know what to do to make the day extra special. Do I have to give you gold? Do I shower you with extra presents? That didn't sound like a good plan. Luckily, my aunt surveyed her coworkers, and they suggested I buy a golden balloon at Party City to celebrate. It worked like a charm.
A few photos of the past year...
Did you know that balloons like this cost ten bucks?!
You were a fan of the butterfly exhibit in Branson. You are also clearly a fan of layering clothing.
At your class winter party, you offered to share your trail mix with JD, but when I looked over, you were feverishly trying to snag all of the M&Ms before he could find them. This is the look you gave me when I told you to chill out on that.
We all had fun at a small zoo in Minneapolis where we got to be pretty close to the animals in their indoor winter enclosures. Also, you have become pretty committed to making silly faces in photos.
See? The faces thing is weird-- I have no idea where you got that from.
Ah.
During our fall road trip, you frolicked in any snow you could find! You begged to make snow angels outside of this Welcome Center in Iowa, but I had to say "no," since we had about 4 hours left in our trip.
I learned on P.E. Night at school that cup stacking is, in fact, a sport, and it's probably your favorite. I admire you for finding a sport where you can sit down the entire time. (You also may have inherited that from me).
I took your picture with your art work instead of buying the art. Sorry.
How can someone fall asleep like this?! You definitely got this from your dad.
We went to Great Wolf Lodge with family during the summer, and you had so much fun with your dad going on the Magic Quests.
During the summer, you consistently gave the most detailed accounts in the "Box of Grievances."
This was actually your second Astros game!
This was your first (*sob*):
This is one of your first selfies showing off the hairstyle you created for me. Parenting tip: If you're in search of an activity to entertain your kids where you can lie down and do nothing, just let them play with your hair. (Important note: You must not have a tender head to participate in this.)
You started taking dance and are enjoying it very much!
This was the "Oh crap, I'm supposed to take your photo on the first day of school!" moment. I must have also given you the trait where you don't know what to do with your hands in photos. You're welcome.
Grandma is starting to teach you to sew, and this photobomber joined in as you showed off your skills. I am excited for you to keep learning!
After years of not quite figuring our your allergy issues then dealing with pneumonia twice this year, you were finally diagnosed with asthma. You're using some new meds, so hopefully your future is filled with clear lungs! By the way, you are a total rock star as a pneumonia patient. You were so chill that I'm just thankful it never became an emergency before we realized something was not right. I'm forever grateful for modern medicine.
Love, Mom
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