Hello and welcome to a middle of the month Saturday here at the Wannaskan Almanac. Today is August 15th.
The big event at our house this week was the Toddler's 5th birthday. He has officially graduated from toddler to big boy and spent the week test-driving his upgraded status.
On his birthday, he announced that he would be boss for the day. This included decision-making powers such as announcing what meals would be served for breakfast, lunch, and dinner (cereal, s'mores cake, and hot dogs with macaroni and cheese), who could play with which toys when (he could play with his sister's LEGOS and my computer for as long as he wanted), and how we would celebrate his birthday after the candles had been blown out (go to the beach).
He also tried some new "big kid" language, i.e. phrases he hears from his older siblings. For example, when we were deciding which beach to go to, he insisted on Springsteel, his sister wanted Zippel Bay, and I laid out my own logic for a beach that was a compromise between the two. He folded his arms across his chest and said, "Fine. Let's go to your frickin' beach." When I shared this story with the older kids - and implored them to clean up the language - I learned that the Toddler had also experimented with "damn" a time or two.
But perhaps the most exciting milestone of turning five was the proclamation to attend Kindergarten. (This came with new school supplies including a blue pencil box and his very own headphones.)
Ahhhhh...independence.
We have had a swirl of it at our house this summer.
The Second Grader has finally found the freedom to be had in reading. For months, she refused to believe that "reading is the magic key to take you where you want to be." Then, it clicked. And she has gone on to enjoy reading her siblings' texts and likes sending secret Snapchats to them from my phone. She traded up her smaller, single-speed bike to a ten-speed with pedals she can just reach with her tippy toes. She bikes the loop in our subdivision to check in with her neighborhood friends and is back before I notice she has left.
The Second Oldest has been basking in his own glory, enjoying the well-earned purchasing power that has come from having a summer job. He's thinking a car might be in order next year.
And, of course, the Oldest is off to college in a week. She managed to get a class schedule, a roommate, a dorm room assignment, various forms turned in, and the first tuition bill paid with very little (if any) assistance from me.
The only person not jazzed about all this freedom is the WAKWIR (aka Wannaskan Almanac Kid Writer-in-Residence).
Half in jest, I commented that being a teenager is "the beginning of the end." He promptly replied, "I agree. I hate being a teenager. Being a kid is way more fun and way less complicated."
He surprised me.
But then, I remembered a little mom maxim I have been saying since the Oldest could converse: Be a kid for as long as you can because you have the rest of your life to be a grown up.
On This Day
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Kim
Aye. Did you follow a child-rearing manual or are you making this up as you go? There isn't a post you write about your week that I don't laugh right out loud or think your kids (well, your husband too as it turns out) aren't 'friggin' lucky to have you in their lives. Hooyah! Good job!
ReplyDeleteHappy swirling! When you need a dose of being still, consider visiting the Forest. The only swirling here is the fading ferns falling to the Forest floor.
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