In one week this little peanut will be SIX!
I remember when she was a tiny little blob turning One I thought “at least she’s not six.. she’ll be so big then.” And now here she is… six. And on the same year I’m turning forty. When I was in my teens I remember thinking “Now that’s old…” It’s funny how when you’re young it seems to last forever and then suddenly you just aren’t young anymore. But back to this little almost six year old.
She doesn’t just look bigger, she acts bigger. Her little mind and heart are starting to match her big six-year-old body. It’s amazing to watch.
Last night she walked into my bathroom while I was washing my face, peed and walked out with a “goodnight mom!” Five minutes later I went in to check on her and she was snoring in her bed.
Such a big girl move.
A couple days ago she looked up from her dinner and saw me in the kitchen doing stuff and she said “do you need help in there mom?”
Wow.
Every moment with her is an adventure. I could write a book about all the cute, sweet, irrational, beautiful, profound, amazing things she says. They range from babyish to teen-ager like, from the same kid, in the span of a minute.
We had a conversation today about how Powerful God is. “Can God do all kinds of miracles?? Like can he buy a toy without..” and I waited, what the heck was she going to say?? “…Money??”
I die.
“Mommy is there blood vessels in my teeth?”
“I will never listen to Satan. Even if Satan were God I wouldn’t listen to him.”
“I don’t think I want to be a vet because what if that means I have to go into animal’s bottoms??”
Playing with play-doh: “We’re making a cake for you!! But you can’t eat it, it’s poison.”
And Michael chimes in with a “Yeah you can only look at it.”
She loves:
Sugar sugar sugar. And other stuff like babies and singing and creating art and piano and gymnastics and imaginative play (she can turn anything into two little characters relating and talking to each other.)
She loves her brother.
They are two peas in a pod. Fighting and loving the days away.
She loves to make up names. When we look at a magazine or dolls she’ll say “Mom, what do you want to call these people?” And I’ll point to the boy and say “Peter” and the girl and say “Gretchen” or something like that. And then she’ll say “I choose…” and re-name the same people. The other day it was “Danny, Violet, and X. “They are all twins mom. Danny and X are the boys”
One day she said “Mommy if I had a horse I would name it Bluemarang.” I said, “You mean Boomerang.” “No, Bluemerang. No, actually I would name it Tonya. No, Karen.”
When I look at her artwork I can remember drawing pictures like that. I see in my head the little heart drawings with eyes and hair. I can remember drawing girls like this, where I could add any kind of dress I wanted and even earrings. Creating art is amazing that way! And she loves it so much.
She has grown so much in regard to her eating. She has exploded with growth in this area! And her confidence and independence has increased tremendously because of it.
Homeschooling is so much more fun (and more work) than I thought it would be.
“Mom when I’m in First Grade can I still be homeschooled?” (Notice we are doing math in the car. This is just how we roll sometimes.)
Steamers from Starbucks are her biggest treat. I kind of die when I see her little name on a Starbucks cup for some reason. She’s a little person.
I found some old journal entries from when she was three. I’m so glad I took the time to write down some of the small stuff during those crazy days with a three-year-old and a one-year-old.
Instead of “you’re most welcome” she says “you’re almost welcome!” – Age 3
She is getting so comfortable with the English language, like the nuances of it. She’s getting so big. We were leaving the house and she said “bye- bye daddy see you next weekend!” – Age 3
We went to get balloons for Brenden for his birthday this weekend and she told the lady at the party shop: “This is for my granddaughter daddy.” – Age 3
I love looking at old pictures of her. I can smell her skin and hear her voice. Her little cry and laugh. I can feel her little person in my arms. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be her mom.
We adore you Gabrielle Elise Grace. I pray your sixth year of life shows you how beautifully unique you are, how much we love you and God loves you, and I hope you are full of the freedom and joy of childhood like never before.
XOXO
