You are growing up so fast. Yesterday, I picked up the packet to sign you up for Pre-school in the fall. You already know so much. You know most of your letters and can count up to 40. You can also sound out letters and know your left from right. You also delight in helping anyway that you can. Now you open the fridge and put things away, clear the table, fold laundry. You're doing very well with your reward chart, and have received two special nights out. I can't wait until summer is here and we can be outside again. Although the cold really doesn't seem to bother you a bit, but it bothers Mama. Everyday you do something that makes me wonder what you'll become when you grow up. Your love and absolutely zero fear of bugs makes me think Entomologist. For a long while, you had been keeping a box elder bug in a tupperware container and calling him Boxy. Frequently, you'd wake up to find the lid off and Boxy having "escaped", but you always find another to replace him. One day you manhandled one of the bugs a little too much and found him lifeless next to his "toys". You were so upset and came to me crying, "I pinched Boxy too much and now he's DEADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!" Luckily, you weren't too sentimental and we were able to replace him. Now you are extra careful to be gentle with them and have figured out how to handle them without squishing them. I still get creeped out a little, when you let them crawl all over you, but just a little. It's my goal to raise you to be curious about nature and to love all creatures even the creepy crawly ones.
I also wonder about sports. The other day we went to the track, so that I could calibrate my Ipod/Nike thing. You ran all the way around the track behind me! I also think you are a good kicker, so maybe soccer. But you also show some talent at basketball. Either way I think you will be better at sports than your mother. I hope at least. I think we'll do a sports class next. There's one in Caledonia, and maybe we can meet some new friends to have playdates with.
