Clara recently turned five years old. She had been obsessed with turning five for months and was crazily over-excited as the big day approached. The Friday before her birthday I brought in cake for her summer camp class and everyone sang her happy birthday. I left and came back later that day to pick her up.
To preface, this was not her last day of camp - she still had 3 more weeks. But apparently this was the speech she made to her class:
"I will miss all of you. I've had a great time at camp but this is my last day...because I am five years old now and I have to start Kindergarten tomorrow."
It took some explaining on my part but happily, Clara was excited to be returning to summer camp.
A few nights ago Gerald was having a conversation with Clara about a lot of things. She had a lot of questions. In the context of the conversation Gerald asked her:
"Clara, do you know what prayers are?"
Clara looked askance at her dad, as if to say: Seriously?
Clara replied: "Of COURSE I know. They're the things that chase after the prey."
Freya has recently joined in with some clever conversation. The best part about having a big sister is that you pick up all your big sister's idioms in a quest to become older than your 22-month old self, while you run around chasing after said Big Sister.
I will give Freya a turn to choose what she would like to watch on TV.
Me: Freya, what would you like to watch?
Freya, ponders very seriously, tapping her finger on her chin.
Freya: Hmmmm. Let's see...How about....Ubble Guppies?
There is also a big poster of happy campers at the entrance to Clara's summer camp. Freya likes to stop and look at them. She asks me: Who's that? Who's that? But she also talks to the poster. She said quite seriously the other day:
"Hello. I'm Freya." (pointed to herself, then turned to point at me) "This is my mama."
Glad the poster and I have been officially introduced.
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| Parachute play. |
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| Cooling off. |
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| Dressed as a superhero. |
