I feel like I am posting about M all the time…and poor C gets short shrift. Perhaps because C is at school during the day when there is most likely to be good light for taking pictures? In any case, C continues to be quite the character.
Obsessed with princesses. Also, paper dolls and crafts for princesses and paper dolls.
She is not quite 5 1/3, but has been saying “I am almost 6” for about two months already. She is also very excited about being in “Prindergarten” next year.
Loves to read books, especially Berenstain Bears books. Is really liking the Muppet Show (although the DVD that we had from the library with Dudley Moore, John Cleese, and Peter Sellers got pretty old on the 10th day in a row of watching it when everyone was sick). Particularly fond of Miss Piggy, Pigs in Space, and the Diana Ross episode. Luckily, many of the skits seem to go over her head—including the one where Miss Piggy is pretending to be pregnant and talking about getting stood up at the altar, and the song with the chorus “cigarettes, whiskey, and wild wild women, they’ll drive you crazy, they’ll drive you insane.” I didn’t quite remember the Muppet Show being so…adult themed.
Prefers to stay inside, but can be harassed into outdoor excursions—particularly riding her bike about 20 feet to the local playground. She prefers to pack a picnic lunch with crackers and cheese and make everyone little sandwiches to eat once we arrive. I had hoped that eating with other kids at school would make her a less picky eater; instead, she regularly begs for Lunchables and fruit cups. Sigh. (2nd picture she is on the swings, although you can’t tell that.)
Is excited to “live at school” (i.e., go to college) where she is pretty sure you need to know how to read, and thinks that you “graduate and then you are an adult”. Regularly tells me that she loves me, but was heard the other day telling daddy that she loves him more than mommy. She also likes the story of the day we saw her heartbeat on the ultrasound at the doctor’s (if you don’t know the story, we had been told we were having a miscarriage and had gone in for confirmation, only to see the heartbeat instead) and reports that it is “daddy’s favorite day in his whole heart!”
Since infancy, we have tried to do a regular bedtime routine with C, involving me singing four songs—Train Whistle (something my dad used to sing to me), Lovely Baby (a 15 verse song created by me to sing her praises), Bear Went Over the Mountain, and Row Row Row Your Boat. So for more than five years, every night has ended that way and I was thinking it was very sweet. The other day C complained that I “sing the same boring songs over and over again!” and has been trying to trades songs for books now.
Poses for the camera.
At Christmas, I bought a skirt for C at a craft show downtown. Lately, I have been thinking that I should be able to make skirts like that myself—it is basically just a tube with elastic at one end. C has been quite excited about visiting fabric stores and picking out fabrics “can I get five of my very own today mommy?” She also wants me to make her four purses—one for books, one for school things, one for things she needs to carry around, and one for sunglasses. I have made three skirts so far, and one purse (and then another purse and two skirts for a friend of C’s).
First skirt is shown with a “yoga” pose at the park, and is reversible. Skirts are of my own “design”, purse is from Bend the Rules Sewing. Apologies for the crappy shots I took at night with the skirts draped over a chair. C and I have determined that I am ready to move onto a dress from a pattern, although we have some severe disagreements about what fabrics match each other and whether a five year old is in need of a “sparkly, black dress” with lots of glitter tulle. It is nice to have such a big fan who is so sure (inappropriately so, I fear) of my skill. She even happily wore the socks I knitted her to Jump Planet today.
Finally, C remains a wonderful older sister, although not so wonderful that she remembers to put away the glitter glue, jewels, pipe cleaner bits, doll house miniatures, and all the other things that somehow end up littered through the house for M to chew on. She loves to hug M, pick out books for her, and call her Missy (“You had better put that down Missy!”). Really, you couldn’t ask for better kids.