I can't believe you're just one short month away from being six. Ok, I'm a week late, so really you're about three weeks away. Details, details.
A few days ago, we went to Target to buy a birthday present for your friend Alex and a "prize" for Hayden since she was brave and let me and Mama take her stitches out. Wandering the toy aisles of Target alone with three kids is a special kind of hell. There are many types of parents out there - free range, helicopter, whatever. Target is a place where those parenting styles tend to come out, and as I've noted in previous posts, I tend towards the free range.
With that in mind, it didn't bother me that you weren't exactly in my line of sight for every single second. Hayden was in the throes of indecision in the princess aisle, heavily debating the merits of a Frozen Elsa Dress-Up Gown or the Sleeping Beauty Dress-Up Gown, so I let you go to the next aisle to scope out a potential gift. Now, don't get me wrong, every few minutes I called over to you or popped my head around, but I definitely wasn't hovering. A few minutes went by though, and a woman popped around the corner and said "there she is!" Apparently, you had wandered one or two aisles further and then panicked a bit because you didn't know where I was.
The plus side of this interaction is that you did everything exactly right -- a few weeks ago, we taught you that if you're lost, first you look for a policeman. If you can't find a policeman, you look for a person that works at the store or wherever we are. If you can't find an employee, you look for a mom. Moms are nice and want to help kids, so they're a good choice if policemen and employees are unavailable. When you find that person, you tell them your name and you give them my phone number. You did it perfectly, buddy. (Bad luck on your part though, you picked a woman whose cell phone was dead. Nonetheless, she was a mom who happily helped you.)
There was a time this fall when Quinn wandered off at a fair and I panicked a little bit, but if I'm being honest, this Target incident wasn't anything like that. At the time, it barely even registered. Maybe I'm naive, but I don't live like there are bad people around every corner looking to do harm to our family. As it marinaded over the next couple of days though, it has shaken me a bit more. I mean, Hanover's Target isn't exactly a hotbed of criminal activity, but there are crazy people everywhere and I should have kept you a bit closer.
On the school front, you continue to do amazingly well. I love how they send home your daily assignments. We don't save any of them, so I'm thinking I should make my favorites a more regular part of these posts for posterity.
You had an assignment after the Christmas break to "draw and write about something you did over vacation." You didn't write about family or getting a visit from Santa or going to Nantucket. You wrote about your real highlight. "I got pensils" (sic)
You did, in fact, get pencils, along with an electric pencil sharpener and orange ear muffs which were the top two items on your Christmas wish list. I don't know of another five year old whose biggest Christmas dreams include sharpening pencils, but I'm not complaining. You're obviously putting all of those sharp pencils to work.
Yesterday, you brought this home:
There are a few letters missing, but it says "I like to learn about the moon." And you do. You love space. You've asked for a space themed birthday party next month and you love to read and learn about the moon and planets. You also love to learn about dinosaurs, sharks, rocks, volcanoes, and science in general. We were lucky enough to nab a spot for you in the free science camp your school offers after school. So far, you've built a battery and a robot. Maybe we have a future engineer on our hands, who knows?
You also care deeply about your appearance, which I find hilarious. You love to "look handsome" and whenever you pick out an outfit you think I'll like, you'll proudly march downstairs and ask, "mommy, do I look handsome??" You could be wearing a tattered t-shirt and no pants, and I'd answer yes. Most of the time, however, you're wearing a striped shirt and pants that are two inches too short because you hate when clothes are too big, and because you have the tiniest little waist and no bum, you wear 4T pants, even though you should be in 5T. For perspective, you and Quinn now wear the same size pants and you get hand-me-downs from Jack Valliere, who is a full year younger than you.
You do look very handsome in stripes though, my love.
The picture on the bottom left also reflects your newest passion - clean dishes. You LOVE washing dishes. You very nearly succeed at getting them clean too. I just love that you like to help, even if it means our water bill will be in the thousands and I have to wash all the dishes again after you go to bed.
I love you to pieces, bug.