My baby girl is growing up. 3 more weeks and she will be done with elementary school. I’m in denial. This week she spent 3 days away on Outdoor Ed. with all the 4th graders from her school. I was a wreck – worried and anxious the whole time. She wasn’t. She had so much fun with her friends and loved her independence. I know I’m completely biased, but she’s amazing. I love how confident she is. I love how she manages to roll with the punches. I love how she walked into a new school at the end of the year and has managed to make new friends, do great in class, and thrive. She’s so much like her daddy it’s crazy. She came back from Outdoor Ed. looking older. Her teacher said she matured. I believe it.
This morning I woke up to A cooking buttermilk pancakes. From scratch.
My parenting work here is done.
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I can’t believe my baby girl is 9! I also can’t believe how I keep falling more and more in love with her every day. She is such a great kid. Fearless. Creative. Compassionate. Artistic. Imaginative. Book loving. Easy going. Kind.
We had a great day celebrating yesterday. Pancakes and bacon for breakfast. A new sewing machine for the aspiring fashion designer. Ice skating. Swimming. Ice cream. Movie night. Falling asleep in the living room.
I’m not even thinking about the fact that she is half way to 18.
Happy birthday Miss A. I love you!
A was in a musical two weeks ago. It was long and torturous. Really. It was. She and 3 of her friends had a speaking part and some solos. They were the best part of the show. Really. They were.
Anyway, the day before the show she announced that she needed to wear some sort of military style costume. Huh. Her closet is decidedly low on camouflage. She finally decided on some plain black pants and her old Girl Scout vest. This was the conversation we had:
Me: Are those pants OK? Do you want to see if you can borrow a pair of pants from one of the boys in your class?
A: Ewwww! That is SO disgusting!
A: Because. All boys pee in their pants. Right?
The boys and I took a walk along the water today after dropping A off for a sleepover (on a houseboat, nonetheless). The walk soon turned into rock skipping then crab hunting. J was determined to find as many crabs as possible, but had a panic attack every time we did. Go figure.
School ended on Wednesday, which meant that the kids and I went into a cooking frenzy to make treats for their teachers. This year we decided to make Blueberry Boy Bait Cakes from my very favorite cooking blog. A trip to Sur La Table (aka my very favorite store) resulted in 10 paper baking molds, which made them easy to give away. The recipe will fill 2 molds, so we just doubled it. 3 times. It was a baking extravaganza.