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| Modeling Minnie Mouse's Bow |
I reacted playfully to a story she was telling by kicking off a fake-cry when she told me, with patient authority, "Mammas don't cry. Mammas are always happy."
Boys vs Girls:
The difference between boys and girls is always top of mind. She's constantly reminding Tag that he is a boy, and she is a girl, and that Tag can't use her pink cup, or wear a dress, or sit in a particular spot... And she's formed a small girl-club with me, parroting everything I say - especially when I make a comment to Tag:
"Tag, you need to wash this again, you missed a spot" I'll say. Ev chimes in directly after, "Tag, you do it again!"
"Great dinner babe, thanks for cooking tonight." Ev follows with, "Great dinner, Babe."
She hollers across the house for him with a loud "Tag!!!" It's hilarious.
She rarely calls me Heidi, but has recently started calling me "Mom" which I don't like much (far too grown up for me...).
The tantrums are still with us, lurking behind corners...ready to spring...but they seem to have diminished in force slightly. And we can even head them off at the pass sometimes. We're all getting a little better with them, but Ev gets the most credit. She's really working on her self-control. (I think the fits scare her a little bit...)
Dress Up (or off...):
She was trying on dresses that my boss's family gave her (they have 4 older girls) and needed my help to button one of them. She wore the dress for a couple minutes and decided she didn't like the way it felt and tried to lift it off over her head. It wasn't cooperating, and she didn't feel like asking for help, so she struggled and argued with it, pulling at it around her shoulders and running around the dining room table shouting "I Juss Wan To Be Naked For Ever!!!!"
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| All Glammed Up in Mamma's Clothes |
Big Girl School:
We took the plunge and made the switch to the new school. The school she'll likely be in through middle school. It's an awesome curriculum - I feel so lucky that we have access to it, let alone that it's just down the street.
Even so, I cried when I picked her up on her last day at daycare. And made everybody else cry. What a great place. But girls grow up, and the teachers seemed to understand (and agree) that Ev is ready for a bigger challenge. Ev talked about her old classroom, her old friends, her old teachers, for a couple weeks afterward. Missing them, feeling their loss. But she has not for one minute looked back. She LOVES her new school (thank God) and the teachers there are very gentle and flexible in their approach with her. Tag loves the school too, and appreciates the unique education that it offers. So things have worked out exceptionally well. I'm very grateful.
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