When we went to the doctor recently for a random hive outbreak (we still can’t figure out what caused it- maybe just a virus), she weighed 43 pounds and was 43.5 inches tall.
Helen Grace has been requesting a braid nearly every day lately, and I finally figured out why…whoever has a braid at recess gets to be Elsa from Frozen! Mrs. Blaizel says she has broken up quite a few squabbles over who was going to be Elsa, but she didnt know who that was- too funny!
She came home from school the other day showing us how she learned to ballroom dance with boys. Her designated partner was Tyler. She actually really ‘got’ it.
One night when she was asleep in my bed, I walked in from the other room and got into bed, and she rolled over in her sleep and said, “I love you, Mommy.” Talk about your heart melting!
After we got back from our trip, HG and I were in her bed at bedtime, and she cuddled up to me and said, “Mama makes me more comfortable.” It is not lost on me what a precious gift from God motherhood is. She has started sitting on my lap on the couch again like she did as a baby and toddler. Very heartwarming. Thought those days might have been over, but I’m glad to have another chance.
“God knows the answer. You’ll have to ask Him.”
“Marshmallows are too good to only have one.”
While riding her bike, she would ride up a bit, then slow down, and look back, and she told me, “You always say to stay close to a grown up.”
As she fell asleep in the car, she said, “If I look all cute, you can take a picture of me.”
HG had dropped one of her Brave arrows down into a tall vase, and I couldn’t get it out. I told her that we’d have to ask Granddaddy to get it out, and of course, he was able to do it. Afterward, HG ran into the kitchen, excitedly waving her arrow, and Spiffer said, “What do you say to Granddaddy for getting it out for you?” She thought a minute and said, “Ask Granddaddy?!”
As I tried to explain to Grandma where dance class was, HG piped up with, “Just put it in your map in your car, Grandma, and it’ll get you there.”
She saw a guy driving in a cowboy hat, and she said, “He must be from the wild wild west!”
On the ride to school, HG wanted a bandaid for an imaginary boo boo. When I told her that I didn't have one (nor did I think she needed one), she said, “Mama, your light inside is not shining.” She claimed that hers was shining. When I asked her more about the light, she told me it was a little lamp and only God could see it.
Often when I tell her to do something she doesn’t want to do, she’ll pop back with, “God’s your boss too!”
After watching her favorite video, Katy Perry's “Roar,” my little feminist said, “Girls can do *anything* they want to! But little girls still have to mind their mamas.”
She rode with Spiffer and Granddaddy to pick up Bubba for dinner one night. As Bubba walked to the car, HG turned to Spiffer and said, “I love Bubba. She’s a nice old lady.”
She has been full of big words lately. I’ve started making a list: Stylish (BIG favorite word), normally, apparently, next activity, possibly, concentrate, disturb, ridiculous, recognize.
100 Days of School
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