Hi there Baby Girl. Yes, I know, you’re 4 and I’m still calling you “baby”. The other day you told me, “Mom, I’m not a baby anymore. But, you can still call me baby.”
It’s been a while since you’ve had your own letter. I figured it was time. You’re getting tired of sharing everything with your brother, so the least I can do is occasionally give you your own blog post.
In just over one week you’re starting school for another year. This one is more significant though because you’re starting Kindergarten. This officially begins your school journey that will last for at least the next 13 years. You love school and have asked several times when you get to go back. I’ll be honest, I’m looking forward to you going back just because you’re bored most of the time, and being bored is almost the equivalent of signing yourself up for a class in how to get in trouble. You miss your friends and your teachers and the routine that comes with school. You want to learn to read so bad and I’m excited to see you go through the beginning stages of that this year.
At 4.5 years old you are a force to be reckoned with. You still have a ton of energy and a very active imagination. It’s very normal to hear you talking to yourself or to your dolls and telling them stories about what’s happening. And they are very inventive stories.
One of the things that’s really striking us right now about you is that you are never quiet. I mean NEVER. From the time you wake up until the time you finally give into sleep you are making some sort of noise. Sometimes it’s talking. Sometimes it’s talking to no one in particular. Sometimes it’s singing. Sometimes it’s really loud singing. Sometimes it’s dancing and pretending you’re in some sort of dance show. Until we see you then you get all shy.
I think singing is one of your favorite things. You love musicals and love to sing the songs from them, often with your own words. It’s very creative. We see your stubborn side come out when we try to correct you and you insist that you do in fact know the right words.
You are definitely going to be an independent person. You know your own mind already and insist that you are right and we’ve realized that sometimes it’s just easier to agree with you than to reason with a four year old. I hope that as we raise you we’ll be able to harness that independence for good, and not squash it. When we were choosing your name the conversations we had revolved around picking a name that was strong and beautiful, just like we hoped our baby girl would be. And you are. While it drives us crazy now, I know that when you’re older it’ll be one of the things that will make us the most proud of who you are.
You love all things girly and princessy. Recently you’ve taken to dressing up your brother in some of your garb, and thankfully he’s too young to fight it and thinks that necklaces and wands are fun. Give him a couple years and I think he’ll have other opinions about that. And, this is just a funny quirk that I want to remember about you – recently you’ve taken to matching your underwear with your clothes. Like yesterday. I picked out a pair of purple underwear and asked if you wanted to wear a dress. You said, “Yes, but not a pink one!” Because it wouldn’t match. You will never be the child that goes out of the house with all sorts of mixed up outfits. Unless you plan it that way.
You also like to play cars with your brother. That is, as long as you get all the pretty cars. There is no way Alex is allowed to have a car that is red, pink, purple or shiny in any way. Those are reserved only for girls.
As always, we love you so much and while we love to see you growing up and becoming your sweet little self, there’s a part of Daddy and I that wish we could just bottle you and keep you this way forever. Except maybe with less singing. And talking.