My rough and tumbly, soft and sensitive little Elodie is officially five!
Ingrid couldn't join her sisters for our traditional sister's birthday picture because she was having a fight with a hairbrush and losing.
Yes, I offered to fix Danica's flip flops to the right feet but she wouldn't let me. She let me and the entire neighbourhood know.
Ingrid prepared the piñata. She loves doing stuff like that.
Way to go Grandma Di!
All lego sets had to be opened and put together on the spot.
And now for a glimpse into Elodie's world... at 5:
She has the smallest bedroom of all the girls. It just happened that way. When we moved here she was just one and still in a crib. She had no opinion so we put her next to Ingrid's room. We didn't think it would matter if her room was smaller.
We have rearranged her room a dozen times to maximize the space. I like it this way but it won't last long. Danica photobombed with a little snuggle in Elodie's bed.
Her current favourite book is Little Miss Naughty. I think it just might be an inspiration for her. And she loves m&ms.
She loves books and "reads" them to herself all the time.
Her Regatta alien came for a tea party. And can you spot the accidental happy face on her very used table?
This little girls loves nail polish and has claimed every bottle in the house as her own even though it isn't.
Elodie has a serious affection for beanie boos.
Born to rule. Absolutely true.
Playing doctor with Ingrid who just had a baby.
Elodie wanted a rainbow cake this year. It looked a lot different in my head.
This is the first year that our children have to be in daycare/summer camps while Derek and I have to work. I originally registered Elodie for a gymnastics camp where Ingrid would also be going but she had a major melt down over the thought of it and, basically, we knew it just wouldn't work. She is only four after all. Stuck, I had no idea what to do. I had already designated all my vacation leave for other times as had Derek. So I did the only thing I could think that would work... I begged Danica's daycare provider to take Elodie, too. And she saved my life and agreed.
Even though Elodie is familiar with Jen, having seen her almost every day since last October when Danica began daycare, I figured it would be difficult for her nonetheless. This was going to be her very first ever experience in daycare.
About half way through her second week, Jen and I had the following conversation via text:
Jen: Elodie is having full indepth conversations with Wes (4 years old). I don't think I've ever heard her talk so much!
Me: I can only imagine how that might be going! She really likes Ben, too (Wes's brother), which surprises me because she pretty much refuses to talk to any boy who isn't Derek. This is so good for her. And for me to hear it! Thank you!
Jen: They follow her around like she's a goddess. It’s good for her ego.
Elodie brought home some more fantastic artwork for us today again.
Here are portraits of Derek and me. I think they are adorable. I seem to have a whole lot of crazy going on outside of my head, though. I wonder if that's how she really sees me? I was sure I was doing a good job of keeping the crazies inside my head!
Our family. Elodie said the smallest on is Ingrid.
The sweetest! Just Elodie and me.
I adore her apple trees and flowers. It is so interesting to me to see her drawing eyelashes on her pictures.
There are lots of self-portraits, too.
Her teachers often comment on how detailed her drawings are. Again, the apple tree is my favourite. One day we sat together and drew some pictures. I was touched to see her try to replicate my flowers in her own work at school. (The blue and pink figures on the left!)
Oh my goodness! The EYES!!! I think this is supposed to be her favourite teacher, Ms. MacRae who looks exactly like Sam Sparks from the movie Cloudy With a Change of Meatballs.
I love this stuff! Going through her school bag at the end of the day is like a major treat for me!
Elodie comes home from school with sheets upon sheets of her artwork. What started out as simple colouring pages has transformed into very intricate colouring pages with tiny little pictures to be coloured and full on original drawings. Her tool of choice is the marker. She loves markers. Even her teachers tell me how much she loves it.
This week she began drawing shopkins from memory while at school. She brought home her page full of the characters and I was so impressed I was sure that she hadn't draw them herself.
I changed my tune a few minutes later when she broke out the crayons, took up root on the kitchen floor and proceeded to draw some more shopkins.
This might be the first and only time I have liked Shopkins.
Even Ingrid, who sat by and ate her lunch of ham and tortillas with spinach, complimented Elodie on her drawing.
Elodie's school bag is like a treasure box at the end of the day. I love to see all the school work she brings home. Today she didn't even give me the chance to search and find for myself. She pulled it out, handed it to me and said "When I grow up!"
For the record, Elodie's list of potential career options is growing and changing all the time. She has gone from doctor, to teacher and now, more recently, police man. Goodness, I hope she becomes a police officer.
Life with Elodie has always been a blur. She grew so quickly from 0 to 4 I can hardly remember her infancy. At nine months she was walking, at 22 months in a big girl bed... and at just four years and five days old she started full-day kindergarten. It's like time is moving at warp speed and she's caught right in the middle.
I was recently reflecting on how different Ingrid and Elodie are... I feel like Ingrid will be mine forever but Elodie is just on loan to me. Ingrid will always need her mommy. Elodie is just biding time. Ingrid will move in right next door if she can. Elodie will probably call home a couple times a month from God knows where adventure takes her. She is fierce and she is fearless.