Item #1: Gracie has her preK graduation in a few weeks. I hyperventilate every time I say that. I can’t believe she is going to be in kindergarten this fall. We have her kindergarten registration next week. I hyperventilate every time I say that, too. Part of me is so excited, but the other part of me thinks, “She still says ‘she shells.’ How can she be in kindergarten and still say ‘she shells?'” As part of her graduation ceremony, she will be reciting two poems, singing a few songs, and doing a dance or two. Lots of fun. Tonight at the ball field, she practiced one of the poems that I hadn’t heard yet. And then I cried.
Item #2: Tonight at dinner, we were playing this alphabet game where I would say a letter and the kids had to put in a friend’s name with that letter. Like this, “A is for Anni, B is for Bean, C is for Connor…” We got all the way up to “L is for Layla, M is for Michael, N is for Nico, O is for…” and then Gracie yells out, “OSCEOLA INDIAN CHIEF!” Which, naturally, stopped our game immediately and caused us to all stare at her for a good 30 seconds before she quietly peeped, “What? It does start with an O…”
Item #3: Gracie has a horrible rash all over her right now. I took her to the doctor yesterday and they said it is a viral rash that isn’t contagious, but, man, does it look awful. And it itches like crazy. Poor baby girl. Not much we can do but use an itch cream to keep the itching somewhat at bay and wait it out. It should be gone in 3-5 days. Until then, I’m living with the cutest little leper ever.
Item #5: Gracie came home from school last week all worked up and mad. “MOM,” she practically shouted when we got into the car after pick up. “A boy in my class said ballet is not a sport!” And before I could say anything, she continued, “So, I told him that it WAS a sport because you have to be strong and beautiful and you get a little sweaty sometimes.” And before I could say anything else, she said, “And then he said, ‘You can’t play sports because you’re a girl!’ and so I said, ‘Girls can play sports, too!” And before I could say anything else she said, “AND GIRLS PLAY SPORTS BETTER THAN BOYS.” I will never worry about Gracie again in her life. That girl has mad life skillz, yo.
Item #6: Last week on our way home from church on Sunday night, Gracie and I had the following conversation:
“Oh, yeah?” I asked. “What’s her name?”
“I don’t know. Abby or something like that…”