4 years old! Wow. It feels like I was just figuring out the post for Sig turning 3 and here we are, now she’s 4.
In the past year Sig has gone from an adorable 3 year old almost-could-call-her-a-kid to an independent, mostly sweet no-doubt-about-it-you’re-a-kid kid. Man alive, Sig, you amaze me everyday.
Today, after preschool on our way to pick-up McDonald’s for our weekly lunch with Nana and Papa, we had a conversation about what it meant to be considerate. I told her it was like when it’s 10, 3 or 7 (snack times) and she gets herself a snack but also gets one for Tryg because he can’t get it himself yet, that’s being considerate. Or when she helps him reach a book in the car while we’re driving (to “Tarrick” or anywhere else) without me even saying a word. She asked how she could be more considerate and we brainstormed ideas which ended with her cooling down a fry for him so he wouldn’t hurt his mouth when we got to give it to him back at Nana’s (in 10 minutes mind you). But that’s how she is, she’s considerate and kind. She actively tries to make sure everyone around her has what they need and does what she can to fix whatever is wrong.
Her imagination is crazy and so fun! Yesterday we spent almost an hour and a half playing superhero and bad guy, switching back and forth, testing our super powers, rescuing the people of the city, and sparing in the living room. That’s just how it goes, she finds her cape that she hasn’t seen for a while and we’re off! Or she gets a new crown and is a new princess who is too shy and doesn’t know anyone except her horse (which is the horsehead on a stick my Aunt made in school and Great Grandma still had in her closet).
We have picnics and camp-outs everywhere we go. It can be 10x daily and they don’t lose their sparkle. It’s just as funny the 10th time as it was the first to eat on the floor, and it’s just as serious to sleep in your sleeping bag (whatever it be made of)!
We’re also to the fun age where dolls have personalities and pool parties and sleep overs and fights (always sad to see one left out!) She’s asking for dolls (and My Little Ponies!) for Christmas and frequently asks me to help her dress her Groovy Girls in new outfits for various occasions. I love it.
Every night we still have parties, read “just one more” book, have “just one more” snuggle and “one more” long hug before AND after prayers. She loves to come into our room in the morning after Patrick leaves for work and get some snuggly sleep for the last 30-45 minutes before her clock turns green – aka 7:00 am. She kicks and flails alot which isn’t cool but I appreciate the snuggles so I can’t complain too much 😉 Baths every morning it seems (with bubbles to the rim) and wearing dresses everyday is the norm. Today I convinced her to wear a shirt and pants for the first time in weeks. It could be worse.
To Signe – I love you more everyday. I love it when I tell you “I love you more than ____”(think Anna loves Elsa) and you reply with your own version which is generally like “I love you more than the sun loves Chex!” or something to that effect. I love your silliness, your uniqueness, and your kind heart. I love you on your best days and in your worst moments and that will never, EVER change. Here’s to you Boots!