she wasnt potty trained, she wasnt speaking in sentences, she wasnt reading, writing, doing math, playing tuba in music, playing soccer with friends at recess, buying her own lunch and putting in her own lunch code, singing whole entire spongebob theatrical score’s at the top of her lungs on the arm of the couch, slamming doors, getting the mail every single day after getting off the bus, telling time, putting on her own seat belt, getting dressed alone, washing her hands or taking a shower alone, chewing her hair, eating with utensils, she couldnt tell us what she had done that day, drawing and coloring and imagining, googling reeses peanut butter cups, sleeping with 50+ catalogs, physically scarred, or have an uncomfortable one sided relationship with murray from the wiggles.
HOWEVER!
the cuteness is all still in there.
photo taken at age six, in her second year of kindergarten.
oh its not her birthday. :) i found this old school picture last night while unpacking my stuff back into my scrap room/office and started reminiscing…….