Maggie Lu just turned five.
Maggie has this exuberant flourish to the way she speaks. She starts every sentence off with, Well... and throws in words like precisely, exactly, and technically. We bought a pillow at Frozen on Ice, and she gushed about how it would be the "perfect finishing touch for her bed." She is a gusher. Many times a day I am told that "I'm the best Mommy ever" or "D'arcy is the best big sister a girl can have" or "I just love ______". She adds drama with her hands, head tilts, and eye flutters.
She has a bit of a temper and that tongue full of honey can be quick to lash out, too. When she can't find a skirt she wants to wear, she'll let me know that if I wasn't so slow to get the laundry done, she would have it in her drawer. I know where she gets that temper. In some ways, her temper is easier to deal with than the sad tears that always seem to well up in D'arcy's eyes when she gets mad or upset.
She's back in preschool this year. Officially, you have to be five by August 1st to go to kindergarten. I probably could have pushed the point and got her in. D'arcy, whose birthday is only three days earlier, started kindergarten the year she turned five. We were living in Texas and the rules were different. I'm glad to have her home with me and Penelope for one more year. I'm glad that Schroeder and her won't graduate high school and leave me with a mostly empty nest in back to back years.
When I pick her up from preschool, she and Penelope hug and kiss like they haven't seen each other in weeks. It's seriously cute. I think this stems from that gushing she is so prone to. She didn't get that from me.
Maggie has been voluntarily cleaning lately. When we have people coming over, she'll rush around and say, "Oh, we just need to get this all picked up. I want it to look just perfect for them." I've never ever had a child suggest that we clean before.
She likes this show called Yugioh. She found it when she was perusing Netflix kids on the iPad. It's this Japanese anime show. Stephen says it reminds him of Dragon Ball Z. Whatever, I don't know. But, Maggie seriously loves this show and talks about Yugi a lot.
So, she's an anime girl. Oh, and also, she is the self-proclaimed best dancer in the world.
For her birthday, we invited just a few people over for cake and a pinata. She got the idea of a pinata from her friend, Charlie. In an attempt to save some money, I decided to make our own. I used a balloon, strips of paper, flour and water mixture, paint, and tissue paper. It turned out pretty well, and held up to two rounds of hitting. I would definitely make another one.
She asked me to invite a handful of four and five year olds to her party, but also insisted I invite her favorite thirty-something year old friend, Laura, who goes to church with us. Thanks Laura for being such a lovely friend to her! Sorry, if she bosses you around and tells you to keep your studio clean!
Maggie got a scooter for her birthday which is a tradition here at the Williams' house. All new five year olds get initiated into the wild scooter gang.
Maggie has this exuberant flourish to the way she speaks. She starts every sentence off with, Well... and throws in words like precisely, exactly, and technically. We bought a pillow at Frozen on Ice, and she gushed about how it would be the "perfect finishing touch for her bed." She is a gusher. Many times a day I am told that "I'm the best Mommy ever" or "D'arcy is the best big sister a girl can have" or "I just love ______". She adds drama with her hands, head tilts, and eye flutters.
She has a bit of a temper and that tongue full of honey can be quick to lash out, too. When she can't find a skirt she wants to wear, she'll let me know that if I wasn't so slow to get the laundry done, she would have it in her drawer. I know where she gets that temper. In some ways, her temper is easier to deal with than the sad tears that always seem to well up in D'arcy's eyes when she gets mad or upset.
She's back in preschool this year. Officially, you have to be five by August 1st to go to kindergarten. I probably could have pushed the point and got her in. D'arcy, whose birthday is only three days earlier, started kindergarten the year she turned five. We were living in Texas and the rules were different. I'm glad to have her home with me and Penelope for one more year. I'm glad that Schroeder and her won't graduate high school and leave me with a mostly empty nest in back to back years.
When I pick her up from preschool, she and Penelope hug and kiss like they haven't seen each other in weeks. It's seriously cute. I think this stems from that gushing she is so prone to. She didn't get that from me.
Maggie has been voluntarily cleaning lately. When we have people coming over, she'll rush around and say, "Oh, we just need to get this all picked up. I want it to look just perfect for them." I've never ever had a child suggest that we clean before.
She likes this show called Yugioh. She found it when she was perusing Netflix kids on the iPad. It's this Japanese anime show. Stephen says it reminds him of Dragon Ball Z. Whatever, I don't know. But, Maggie seriously loves this show and talks about Yugi a lot.
So, she's an anime girl. Oh, and also, she is the self-proclaimed best dancer in the world.
For her birthday, we invited just a few people over for cake and a pinata. She got the idea of a pinata from her friend, Charlie. In an attempt to save some money, I decided to make our own. I used a balloon, strips of paper, flour and water mixture, paint, and tissue paper. It turned out pretty well, and held up to two rounds of hitting. I would definitely make another one.
She asked me to invite a handful of four and five year olds to her party, but also insisted I invite her favorite thirty-something year old friend, Laura, who goes to church with us. Thanks Laura for being such a lovely friend to her! Sorry, if she bosses you around and tells you to keep your studio clean!
Maggie got a scooter for her birthday which is a tradition here at the Williams' house. All new five year olds get initiated into the wild scooter gang.
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