- You told your teacher, Mrs Robertson, that I was expecting twins and that we had a party where we opened a box and pink and blue balloons floated out revealing a boy and girl to join our family. You were so convincing that she sent me a formal congratulations email. Seriously.
- You tell me there are two second grade girls who call you “cutie-pie” and want to marry you at school. “No, Mom, you don’t understand - they want to kiss me,” you said somehow with both shock and a huge smile on your face.
- On Saturday 11/12, we went to the Wiles house to watch the football games with friends. A boy named Holden, who lives next door to Rivers, came with the Whitehead family and I watched from the window as he and Virginia sat on one side of the stairs and you off to the other side. You were crying. I knew I shouldn’t get involved; the rational side of me knew this was just a part of growing up, but watching your child hurt is hard. I made an excuse to walk by the group of kids and as I approached, I asked everyone what was going on. Holden mumbled something about you being a baby. I turned to face Holden (with black eyes and a finger pointed in his direction) and said, “I don’t think that is being a very good friend.” I walked on. I didn’t stop to comfort you or even look at you because I knew that I needed to let you figure it out on your own. Life hurts your feelings - we have to find a way to deal. You dealt by invoking forgiveness and eventually playing again with the group. I dealt with giving another stink-eye to Holden.
- On Sunday 11/13 you went to the hockey game with your Dad and got on the jumbo-tron. Your dad said that he has never seen you so excited! You worked hard, dancing every time the camera was near you until eventually, you were rewarded. Once “live” you apparently turned to your dad and gave him a top five hug of his life.
- You stood in line with us for an hour and fifteen minutes in the cold outside your school to watch us vote for the next President of the United States. Sadly, Hillary didn’t win, but I was grateful to have you at my side voting for the first female candidate for office.
- School had a book fair on Monday 11/14 and when I picked you up from late stay, you asked if I would buy you a Pokemon guide book that you had seen and picked out earlier in the day. I would have preferred something a bit more educational, but seeing how happy you were for this one book was awesome. You spent that whole evening and next morning “reading,” carefully turning each page and studying the pictures.
- You call your winter coat “Big Puff.”
- I met your friend Mason (and his mom Jenny) at the Thanksgiving Day program at school as we stood in line together. You two boys were really funny together and it made me happy to know you have such a nice friend in class.
- We went to Macon for Thanksgiving this year and upon arrival you asked Omi if she had a new toy for you. With your hand cupped to the side of your mouth you said to me in total confidence, “There is always a surprise for me.” Omi delivered a lot of new toys and more - she made a wonderful feast. We were all very thankful for her efforts and to be together. You rode Tom’s tractor and knocked down some trees. And you met a new friend named Sebastian, who was also six years old and visiting his grandmother a few doors up.
- At the Roller-skate family night fundraiser for Summit, you came in second place for your age group. The video your father took of you making your way around the track, falling but getting up and falling again, should be set to the soundtrack of Rocky.
- You are proud of the zit on your cheek. It was your very first zit and it was something only “big kids” have. It lasted maybe 3 days before becoming a light red mark of honor.
- We made the rule that you may not watch TV in the mornings until after you get all your morning things done: eat breakfast, get dressed, brush teeth and do your puffer. (Its only a few things, but you get easily distracted.) On 11/30, you got ready with plenty of time to turn on a show, but opted instead to be taken to school early for “second breakfast.” You love second breakfast.
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