In Carly's world, preschool was as good as it gets. She loved her teachers and loved going twice a week while still getting a lot of time at home. The end of the year brought an "End of Year Celebration" and a field trip to the zoo (which the twins got to go to; little big kids). She had a good year, and reading the evaluations from Fall, Winter, and End of the Year showed me just how much she has grown. She has really blossomed and loves learning. It is typical, now, for me to say she knows all her letter sounds and can count from 100 to 1 backward and reads Tolstoy. She doesn't. We will be working this summer to get her ready for Kindergarten. But I can tell she is ready to spread those little wings of hers, and I can't wait to watch her fly.
[First and last days of school. Growing brick by brick.]
[When grandma's in town you get pony and camel rides at the zoo.]
[Morning story time with big sissy.]
In Carly's world, t-ball isn't quite what it was cracked up to be. She loves playing t-ball with daddy in the park, but when you're on a team you only get to hit once per inning, and you have to stand out in the field waiting for a ball that never seems to come. Carly can often be found sitting, twirling, facing the wrong direction, or digging in the dirt. Luckily she has a most excellent coach who is great with the kids and does well to get everyone a turn getting the ball. Yesterday she didn't want to play at all and seemed to actually be feeling emotionally overwhelmed by the prospect of playing first base (with all the craziness in her life, I'm thinking first base was just the straw that broke the camel's back). I stayed by her at the beginning of the game, talking her into a little confidence, and by the end she was going much better. I'm not so sure t-ball is her thing beyond playing as a family for fun. But she certainly can whack the ball off the tee. I'm impressed every time. And just because this needs to be recorded to remember: her team is called the Honey Bees.
[Even Queen Elsa needs to work on her lower case letters.]
I love my sweet firstborn. I'm proud of her goodness, her humor, her sense of fun, and her desire to do good. She's my helper and my friend. It is my job to be the steadying hand in her unsteady world, and I've set new goals to be just that. She is my world, and I'm thankful to be a piece of hers.