Ready, set, go!

Both William and Amelia joined the school running club this year. This is William's third year running. At the end of the year, the club has a 1 mile run to celebrate the completion of the year. Here are the big kids running their final run!

Of source, when Gemma saw the big kids running, she immediately wanted to be part of it! Since it was a small affair, the organizers said it would be okay if Gemma ran too! I was so impressed! Gemma ran a total of 2 laps, which equals out to 2/7 of a mile! Go Gemma!

We were also super impressed with the big kids. They ran the WHOLE THING! Both of them! We are so proud! Neither kid walked even a portion of their mile! Wow!

Monkey see

Gemma doesn't miss a thing. None of the kids do. Grandma came to stay a few weeks ago and now every time Gemma sees a Popsicle stick, she does this. Do you know what she is doing?





Answer: filing her fingernails. Just like grandma does.

Gemma dances

My breakfast companion

Here is what Gemma wore to breakfast last week. We find it necessary to don our finest attire for the breakfast table at our house.

Note: the glasses are a pair that came with a doll. They are not prescription and do not have any correction.

Note the third photo. She is wearing a pair of pink tights over her pajamas. She found this pair of tights a few weeks ago. She knows that Amelia wears tights to go to ballet class. Gemma is desperate to go to ballet class. So, she has taken to carrying this pair of tights everywhere. That day, she agreed to take off the tights. But, we still had to take them with us. We brought the tights to the library, grocery store and to the park. Kids are so weird.

Overdue

This is terrible! Amelia lost her second tooth almost 2 weeks ago! She went in for her regular dentist appointment and the left side bottom front tooth was just hanging on by a thread. The dentist asked her if she wanted some help pulling it out or if she wanted it left alone. When she heard she would get to pick 2 toys from the toy chest, the deal was sealed.

Here she is modeling her new crown and new slinky toy after the tooth was removed (gently, without trauma).


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Gemma

We were at our usual Saturday morning soccer game.  William was with a gaggle of boys playing electronics and Gemma found a set of small people to play with.  This Saturday, there was only 1 other little guy to play with.  This did not stop her one bit.

She would play for awhile and then run back for a few moments to check in with us.  Then she was off again to play.  One one trip back to us, I asked Gemma who she was playing with (I already knew the answer was a friend named Cole).

Gemma's response: I playing with my boyfriend.

I have to tell you.  My heart stopped for a just a moment. I was not ready to compute a child of mine having a boyfriend.

Just to be sure I was understanding, I asked again: Who are you playing with, Gemma?  Is it a boy who is a friend?

She looked at me with a puzzled expression. 

"Yes, mom.  I playing with my boyfriend."

And then she was off running again.

Whistle Blower

Gemma does not know how to whistle.  It is one of those things that is hard about being the youngest.  You see all the neat stuff your older siblings are doing and then want to do it all now.  Right now.

The big kids can whistle, although it isn't something they do ALL THE TIME as they did when they first learned.

I suspect the preschool Gemma attends a few days a week has a whistle they use on the playground.  I'm assuming they use it like a life guard does- when someone is doing something wrong, they blow their whistle.

Gemma has taken to "whistling" herself.  She makes her lips into an "O" shape and she says "hooo".  She sounds sort of like a cute owl.

There are multiple occasions Gemma will whistle:

1. When she hears anyone else whistling at all.
2. When someone else is doing something dangerous.  Examples of this are: William jumping off the couch, Amelia dangling herself off the top bunk of her bunk bed, and Daddy climbing a ladder.  Interestingly enough, the whistle does not apply to herself ever.  Not even when she herself is jumping off the bunk bed or climbing onto the counter top.
3. When she doesn't like something or when something hurts.  Most often this happens when I am (trying) to brush her hair in the morning.  Or evening.  Really anything happening with her hair.  I start brushing and she will starting hooting away.