Though I can scarcely believe it, the Kindergartener turned six this week. She has been counting down the days until her birthday for the last month and couldn’t wait to wake up on Tuesday and get her big day started. Her first question of the morning was, “Do you think I look a little taller today?” And, of course, she did.
I gave her the option this year of having a party with friends or doing something special… just me and her. Much to my surprise, she chose the latter. So, on Monday I took her {and she decided the Preschooler could come along for this part, too} to get a manicure.
She loved the pampering. Her sister, though, had some initial concern about the part where they wrapped her hands in a steaming hot wash cloth. We had to convince her she was being pampered not tortured. Note the nervous smile.
On Tuesday, the real birthday, the Kindergartener’s school librarian had {conveniently} scheduled a special author event which included a visit from Amelia Bedelia in the library. She loves Amelia, though she refers to her as Amelia Vidalia {like the onion}, but I don’t feel like it’s worth arguing over a fictitious character’s name at this point. And, whatever her name, this was a good start to the day.
That afternoon I picked her up early for the real highlight: our mother-daughter outing… a trip to the ice skating rink for her first time on ice skates. This also marked my first time on skates in about a decade, so we were both nervous about how this would unfold.
We almost had the rink to ourselves, which was a very good thing. Because, as it turns out, teaching someone to ice skate is much harder than one might think. Especially when a firstborn is trying to teach her own firstborn. In the picture below you might be able to see a dark figure twirling around behind us on the center of the ice. At one point, the Kindergartener asked, “Do you think we would see if that girl could help me?”
Apparently, she didn’t think I was a suitable coach.
Ever determined to master this, though, she said she couldn’t leave until she “got the hang of it.” So, she gradually warmed up to my haphazard teaching style, and she left asking when we could come back again. She also wanted to know when she could start doing jumps like that other girl out there on the ice. I told her we’ll save the triple axels for next time… when the Spouse is out there “coaching.”
All in all, I think she had a pretty fun day… topped off by a family spaghetti dinner and a chocolate cake with sunflowers, per her request.
She declared yesterday morning that she thinks she’s six and a quarter now, but I quickly corrected her miscalculation. We’ll have none of this rushing time business. She’s six, just 6.0 for while, and that’s plenty old enough for now.
We love you, “Big ‘B'”!!
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