Seven is the age of Kidhood. Where the traces of little girl are fading. The baby teeth smile is a thing of the past. And the time has come where she wants to do and say things that are classified as Big Kid.
She sings along to songs on the radio, the lyrics flying out of her mouth that she hs no connection to their actual meaning.
Turn it back, Dad, that’s my song!
“And all the other boys,
Try to chase me,
But here’s my number,
So call me, maybe?”
She talks about boys at school in terms of which one is her crush and which one has a crush on her.
She picks out what she wants to wear and tells me that she won’t wear that one dress because it’s too babyish.
She says, oh I’ll do my makeup in the car, as she rushes out the door holding her lipgloss.
She selects her meal and places the order with the waiter herself with a big proud smile.
She still says her R’s like W’s but she’s trying hard to fix that. And though I know she needs to speak correctly, I’m going to miss the days when she would say Best Day Evuh!
She’s the middle kid and is trying so hard to be grown like her big sister but still wants to be babied like the twins.
Today, for her birthday we had a Mommy – Gabi day. I took her to the mall to Build-A-Bear and then to lunch at BJ’s.
At dinner, my family came over and we had pizza and cake. Just as she wanted.
Before bed, she said she had the best day and her favorite part was the time she spent with me.
I’m so proud and amazed by my Gabi. My spunky kid.
We are still going to have a party with her friends in a few weeks. But today was just about her.
She wore the hugest smile and I was so glad I took the day off of work to spend with her.
He is kind.
He is patient.
He shows he cares.
He holds you to the rules.
He remembers the things that you tell him.
He smiles with you.
He hugs you.
He plays with you.
He spends time with you.
He kisses you.
He lifts you up.
He knows what you care about.
He teaches you.
He encourages you.
He helps you.
He lets you try.
He’s there for you.
My post from last year – Father’s Day 2012
If you’re new around here, you may not know that Marco and I met in college. (a long time ago)
Once upon a time, he was a frat dude and I was a sorority girl. We had been seeing each other for a while and he asked me to his fraternity formal. These functions were more than just a night out in a fancy dress and heels. They were weekends away in exotic locations like Palm Springs.
We had a great time. But going out of town with your semi-kindof-undefined-boyfriend can be a lot of pressure. And maybe, just maybe, I was a little neurotic and nervous and weird. But hey, there was champagne, and party punch, and a whole lot of my sorority sisters. It was a good time.
The morning of our departure, we groggily ate breakfast/lunch at Denny’s. I had finally gotten to the point where I was relaxed and gotten over my anxiety over it. It had turned out to be a great time and we were ready to go home.
And then… it happened.
Our food was served. Marco reached out to feed me a french fry. Awww, how sweet right?
What I did not know, is that he had dipped that fry in tabasco sauce.
I was expecting a tasty fry dipped in ketchup. I was NOT expecting my mouth to be on fire.
I can only imagine the look on my face. I quickly drank water. But it didn’t help. He tried to offer me his soda. I turned away from him.
And he LAUGHED!
I don’t even remember if I ate anything after that. I do remember I was so angry. Seething.
He was all, “I didn’t know!”
Well, gee if you didn’t know that I didn’t like hot sauce on my fries, how can we ever make it as a couple?!!
I didn’t speak to him the entire two and a half hour drive home. He tried to hold my hand, I remember. I barely let him. I was determined to make him pay for doing that.
And that was the first time I got mad at Marco. By the time we got home, I had calmed down and we were ok.
But twenty-plus years later, and we still laugh about that.
What? Did you think I was going to talk about some other kind of First Time?
Borrowing a blogging tool of Katie’s, I’m just brain dumping today.
It was so great to have a night out last night with Marco. We seriously needed it. And what a better way to spend it than with music. I forgot how much I love going to concerts. It was our first one together, and I am sure we will have many more. We kept looking at each other and saying, “this is awesome!” There’s just something about live music. Such passion. It was an amazing feeling.
Speaking of awesome, yesterday was Be Awesome day. Something started a few months ago to bring joy surrounding Dawn and her family. And something that is sure to continues. What a great way to really kick life in the ass and appreciate it.
Today we took the big girls to their bio-dad’s house. Their other little sister was having a birthday party so they went, even though it wasn’t their weekend with him. I’m not exactly eager to bend over backwards for the guy, but they wanted to be there.
Instead of coming straight home, we took the twins to the park. It was great to be there, pushing them on the swing and seeing them run around and climbing up on the play structures and going down the slide. No longer do they depend on us as much. They want to run free and check everything out themselves. They don’t get scared of going up the stairs, but quickly scramble up before we know it. Such a difference than last summer. I really noticed it today. But one thing that didn’t change, the crying when it was time to go.
Between going out last night and getting up early this morning, and then chasing the twins at the park, we were wiped out. Family naptime was in order. Unfortunately, Ema somehow got a second wind and never did fall asleep. By the time it was time for bed tonight, she was beyond tired and delirious. Going without a nap makes Ema extremely grumpy.
The girls came home around 9:00. So we’re all back under one roof again. I always miss them so much when they’re gone.
Tomorrow, hopefully we can do something fun. But in order to that, I need my sleep. So good night!