My Dear Lucy Mae,
You are 50 months old!
You are as tall as Ruby was when she was SIX. It's truly mind boggling how huge you are. You are strong and smart and going to take over the world!
You LOVE a good puddle jump.
Like, SERIOUSLY, the muddier the better. Mabel does too, but Ruby doesn't like getting as wet as you two.
You love going on special dates with me, and I love it too. We go out to eat, and shopping for fun things (like bandaids and stickers) and sometimes we just hang out. You are really a mama's girl.
We went apple picking with your schoolmates and it was so fun! Then we came home and made apple sauce and apple chips. You love helping!
You really love school. You are learning to navigate the complex social world of pre-school, but you are doing your best to act with kindness toward all of your friends.
I love getting pictures from your teacher each day, and often we will look at them together and you'll tell me what you and your friends are doing.
You love playgrounds ALL OF THEM, often when we drive by a playground you will ask "when can we go to THAT playground?"
Every day I get a report about if you got to play with Thomas (who also often goes by ClockGIrl or Clock) the two of you love to play in the mud kitchen.
Like I said, you love to get muddy.
And you LOVE puddles.
We had a fancy (ie: at the table) dinner with your buddies Cormac and Flannery.
Then you all put on your matching PJs. Nothing makes you happier than matching with your sisters or friends
When you and Ruby needed new coats this fall, you of course had to match. You wore them for the first time to the apple festival at the Portland Nursery.
Then you made matching sparkly pumpkins.
We also went to a special needs Harvest Festival with our buddy Gabriel. You had a blast!
You danced and danced and jumped and ran.
You also took some silly pictures.
This month you had to get a shot (well two actually, and two different times) and you DO NOT LIKE THEM. You decided that Dr. Amanda doesn't give any good shots and they all hurt and you never want another one. However we talked bout how if you want to go to kindergarten next year, that there are a few more we'd like you to have and you've agreed to it. BUT YOU DON"T LIKE IT. You act like you are so brave, then when the time comes you cry and cry and scream at me, and even ice cream doesn't help. It's not my favorite part of parenting that's for sure.
You are SUPER into tattoos lately. Any time you think about it, you ask for some and we pull a sheet out of the sticker folder and you plaster them all over your arms. You look like quite a little badass. You also like to put them on Mabel, you'll cut them out and then hold the wet cloth to her arm and count loudly to 20, checking to see it's progress. (consequently, she's learned to count to 10!)
Lately I've been busy and distracted and sometimes I get frustrated. You notice everything and will often ask me, "mama are you angry?" and yes, sometimes I am, sweetheart. Sometimes we all get mad and sad and all the emotions in between. I'm sorry that you have to see (and hear) me get frustrated, but we're both learning how to be human still.
My sweet darling LuBear, you are one of my most favorite human beings on this planet. You make me laugh every day, and your hugs can bring me such relief from the challenges of being a grown up. Thank you for being my awesome kiddo.
All my heart, Mama
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