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2.10.11

four years

you're learning to write, to draw. You can do up your own coat. You are already starting to be growing out of pink - i knew it wouldn't last forever, but it still goes by so quickly. We build things with legos, all of us, we read books, we draw. You love food and have very specific ideas - for your birthday, you wanted gazpacho and bear cake and yogurt-berry glass cups. you help in the kitchen - and i know at kindergarten, you help there too, setting the table, wiping down after. You like playing tricks on people - when Y thinks your tights are socks, or that fake bug you got for Halloween ...

You have become so affectionate, verbally - every day you say you love me, i've been saying it every day to you since forever, i guess, so it caught on. You do so much on your own now. When we say good night, you say "don't let the bugs come in your room," or "the bugs should not bite you in your bed." It is adorable. You can draw things that look like things, really draw, people and 'camels' and flowers, the sun, the clouds. You want markers and glue and scissors, all. the. time. You want to wear dresses, pretty things, with sparkles and Hello Kitty and rainbows, and you helped choose your winter coat: it says Snow Princess. You got a pair of pink bug-eye sunglasses from a friend and wear them all together and are a big giant ski bunny. Except you don't want to learn to ski.

Every day, every week, brings a new challenge - brings a difference. You know, now, that you do and see and know things that i don't, at kindergarten, or in the other room, and you are a little bit wily. You are becoming adept at subterfuge, my one. This is an important developmental step, and i have to figure it out. Again and again and again, i have to figure it out. But - it's lovely, isn't it? - it's we. We have to figure it out.

Labels: milestones

scrawled @ 13:22

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