Violet at 5 Years Old

Growth & Appearance:

You stand 3 ft. 8 in. tall. You weigh 44 lbs. You wear size 5/6 clothing and size 12 shoe. You are very long. Your legs especially remind me of your Daddy's. Your hair is shoulder-length and stringy, with no real part. You prefer it down. These days your eyes are a darker blue. Your cheeks and forehead are dotted with freckles. You have several tiny moles on your body that you say are where fairies kiss you while you sleep.

Eating:

Favorite foods: Apples, quesadillas, cereal, beans, pizza, chicken noodle soup, and all the junk your future-diabetic self will have regretted loving.
Disliked foods: Hamburgers, corn, tomatoes, cottage cheese is "the most disgusting."

You have some training chopsticks from Korea. You eat with them often. You still call chips crackers.

Sleeping:

You go to bed at 8:30-9:00. You usually fall asleep reading books, but lately you've enjoyed doing brain question cards in bed. You grind your teeth in your sleep. You sleep in your own bed alone all night.

You get up between 6:30-7:00 every morning. No naps.

Development & Personality:

You are nurturing - generous - thoughtful - smart - understanding - headstrong - funny.

You have a kind spirit and are sensitive to others feelings. Of course, you're not always perfect. But you have a good soul, a warm hear, and an empathetic nature.

You learned all about forest fires at pre-school and are generally worried about them. While riding in the car one morning, you randomly became emotional about the animals that lose their homes because of fires. You also said that if "peoples" can't go into forests without starting fires, that they should stay out of them.

When you grow up you want to be a kindergarten teacher or a Dixie Stampede rider. You also worry that you're never going to grow up and that you're "not even growing." I couldn't disagree more, and neither could your wardrobe, which becomes too short every other month.

You dress yourself. You're go-to is a dress and leggings. You usually don't match, but as long as you're temperature-appropriate, I don't interfere. You went through a two-month phase where you wore a headband with cat ears on it every day.

You know all of your letters and their sounds. You're sounding out sight words independently. You know the basics of sign language; like hello, good morning and thank you. You can sign A-Z perfectly. You can also count to ten in Korean.

You measure time by how many sleeps it is until something. And 100 days = forever.

When you tell stories or put on puppet shows, it's always about someone who doesn't have a friend finding a new friend.

You are curious. One day you cried hysterically because cat puke was cleaned up before you could find your magnifying glass to inspect it.

You've wanted a sibling for a while now. Before we actually got pregnant with a sibling, you'd drop some not-so-subtle hints, like painting pictures of me pregnant and holding babies. You told the dentist that you have a sister. At the end of your visit he gave you an extra toothbrush to give to your sister. It was your second dentist visit, no cavities.

You've now completed pre-school. Your teacher reports that you use and appreciate books, have an expansive vocabulary for your age, and are like having a tiny adult in the classroom.

Talking:

You still say "forleft" and "formember," rather than forgot and remember. I still don't correct you.

Hand sanitizer is "handitizer." The night stand is the bed shelf.

One day you drew me a house with a face and legs. You said, "Look, Mama! It's our home. It moves around wherever we go."

Stated rules to me regarding your magic wand:
1. Don't touch it.
2. Don't touch it ever.
3. Don't give it to a zombie.

When you have spilled, broke or lost something you preface telling me with, "I'm sorry to tell you this..."

The first time you heard the bugle on post you said, "Wow, Mama! That sounds like America!" You also call soldiers in uniform workers or daddies. You'll say, "Look at all those daddies!"

You say, "I'm not even kidding you" after practically everything you tell me. You also say, "Seriouslious."

You say that Drake is, "Such a wobbly person." You also call him a sweat dog because he pants so much. One day you told me that Drake smells like peanut butter that's been stepped in by a goat's foot. You've named the cats' stomachs "fox chunks."

According to you, Thanksgiving is about, "Being happy about the things you have and then seeing who can eat the most turkey and not die."

One day you brought me a brush and asked me to fix your hair. I asked how you wanted it and you said, "Just a ponytail. In case I east some fresh fruit, I don't want my hair to be crunchy."

"Mama, have you ever seen a slow-rising mango?"

"If it doesn't have glitter, I won't like it."

"Mama, if you ever need to relax, just put some pickles on your eyes. People do that."

Favorites:

Pocahontas. Board games. Paddington. Making cards for people. Hide and seek. Playing camping.

Favorite books: Plenty of Love to Go Around, Room on the Broom, Otis the tractor books, Wacky Wednesday, As an Oak Tree Grows, Just One More, Dream Animals, Escargot.

Favorite TV shows: True, Llama Llama, Blippi, Daniel Tiger.