Here are some updates on the M girls:
MG has come to embrace school a little bit more as we roll into the new year. Capitalizing on this enthusiasm, I tried to introduce the concept of Kindergarten next year. She immediately balked at the idea of going to school every day?? and wondered who her teacher would be.
Her favorite pastime lately has been to cut. She cuts like her father too, her mouth opening and closing in sync with each hand squeeze. She will often come find me about 45 minutes into naptime with a stack of looseleaf and an assortment of drawing utensils. “Ok, I really need you to draw coronation Anna first,” and then she’ll pause a moment, gauging my reaction, “and then I need you to draw Elsa in her nightgown.” Satisfied with my acquiescence, she hastily throws in, “and Tiana in her ballgown. But THAT’s IT….for now”.
I draw the princesses for her, one per page; she sometimes adding comments about my skills or reminding me to add shoes, “high heels, please”. Once, I got a little hasty with Rapunzel’s eyes and they were looking a bit Heaven-ward. “Rapnuzel looks like she has crazy eyes!”, was her assessment. When I didn’t acknowledge my failings, she said, “oh well, ‘we’ can just turn it over and draw Belle on the back instead.”
Somehow, she understands that she is obligating me during my precious alone time, but she also seems to understand that part of my reluctance is just for show. We smile knowingly at each other during these exchanges. She gets me, that one.
After I draw her requested princesses, she attempts to rope me into coloring them in. She stands over my shoulder, breathes down my neck, “Use yellow here.” “She doesn’t have brown hair, she has BLACK hair!” Sometimes I can convince her to help me with the coloring part too, but not always. “It won’t take you very long.” she presses.
Next she will take these drawings into her little sanctuary of a room and cut them out. She will cut quickly but carefully around the edges, making sure to preserve the small details like fingers and hair buns.
When I go up to her room later, I will find the floppy princesses scattered around in a delicate play.
When I was just a little bit older than her, I would draw and cut out pretend hamsters to play with because I wanted a pet one really badly. I get her too.
Bea has always loved to draw and lately has been trying really hard to hold the pencil correctly. It warms my heart to see her draw and eat with her left hand, a small homage to her aunt and granny.
She has been cutting her final molars and has been a bit sensitive lately as a result. This is as close to moody as she ever seems to teeter. It still takes very little to whip her into a flurry of smiles and excitement. I love that about her. Even on her worst days, she’s just a tickle away from contagious giggles.
Lately, she has wanted to take the reigns from us in dressing herself, pottying, chores, anything really. “No, I do it.” she says. I love and greatly encourage independence in my girls, except of course, when we are running behind and she insists on putting on her socks at the speed of the elderly with arthritis. It’s amazing the parallels between the young and the old, no?
Unlike her big sister, I don’t think she’s too thrilled about our upcoming May excitement. This is the reaction I get every time I ask her:
I’m sure she’ll come around in time…right, middle children of the world?
Speaking of Mayby2, I visited the doctor yesterday for my 5 month checkup. It was a quick and easy appointment. Once again, it took a little while to find the heartbeat, which is becoming a common theme with this one, but I could feel her moving during the search, so I wasn’t too worried. Heartbeat sounded good at 151 and my stomach is no longer measuring a full week ahead, just a half week now. This still lines up with my earlier due date prediction but not quite as much as I was hoping for. Third children are notoriously unpredictable, no?