In four years my chunkalicious baby has grown into a beautiful little girl.
height: 41 inches
hair: long and lucious
(month one, month two, month three, month four, month five, month six, month seven, month eight, month nine, month ten, month eleven, month twelve, month fifteen, month eighteen, month twenty four, month thirty, month thirty six)
At Annie’s birthday dinner I gave her one of those interviews where you ask your kids the same questions every year on their birthday to see how they’ve changed. Her answers were pretty predictable this year (her favorite movie is Frozen, her favorite outfit is a dress) with a few surprises (she wants to be a doctor). I’m looking forward to seeing what her answers are in the future, although I’m not anxious for her to grow up too fast.
This kid is exhausting, but in the best possible way. I hear the words, “Mama, I got an idea,” about five times a day. The ideas range from the simple (let’s read a book) to the more involved (let’s go to Starbucks) to the outta control (let’s build a ship and sail to an island). Her imagination is limitless and I wish I could get a window into the inside of her brain. I bet it’s awesome in there.
At this time last year, we were a few months away from Annie becoming a big sister. At the time I’d assumed she’d like her brother at first, then grow jealous of him. That hasn’t happened at all. She absolutely adores and dotes on her brother. She’ll let him pull her hair, play with her toys, she even begs to change his poopy diapers. I thought she’d be a good big sister but I’ve been truly blown away by the depth of her caring for James. Their relationship makes me so proud I could burst.
We’re really working on her being a good listener. If I observe her not paying attention or not following directions during soccer, gymnastics, or dance, I have her go back in after the lesson and apologize to the teacher. Then at the next class, I remind her that she promised the teacher that she’d do better next time. That seems to be doing the trick. I’m a big stickler for politeness so when she doesn’t listen to an authority figure I get pretty strict. All that being said, her teachers and coaches all give me great reports…I just want to make sure they stay that way.
The most wonderful change over the last year has been my relationship with Annie. The once 100% Daddy’s Girl has become my best little buddy. She wants to sit right next to me, she wants me to do her hair, tell her stories, help her create outfits, draw with her, teach her how to write her name, and cuddle. I love it. I love her. She is my little dream. I’m so thankful for her.