Because I spend all of my time updating Facebook, this poor blog has fallen to the side. But I thought I might take the morning to write here about Annie, to celebrate her on her birthday.
This morning she came running into my room, climbed into my bed and said, "Mommy, I woke up and it was morning. And so Mommy, am I four now?" She then asked how old Jake is and when I told her he's 8, she asked, "Does that mean I'm 9? Am I bigger than Jake yet?"
We got up and wandered into the living room, where she ran to the door frame to see if she's big enough to climb the frame. Can you picture what I mean here? Jake likes to use his hands and knees to move himself up to the top of the door frames. Annie assumed that because she's now 4, she would be able to do it too. She was a little disappointed that she couldn't do it yet, but felt better when I pointed out that Jake was 6 before he started that...
When Jake woke up and joined us on the couch, Annie told him he could choose the first cartoon they watch this morning because, "you'll be at my birthday party."
So I've left them on the couch watching a cartoon while I've snuck away to the computer to share just a little of what I've learned from Annie over the last four years...
I often hear that Annie is a lot like Ike was as a child. I also often hear that she looks a lot like me. But really, I don't think I've ever met anyone exactly like Annie. She's given me a perspective on life that is different from any others.
Ike and I often think that Annie is a little person who remembers being old in a previous life. She loves every minute of being a little kid. She does all the little kid things--plays, picks her nose, has imaginary friends, pitches fits, so on... It's almost like she was born saying, "I'm a kid again, and I'm not going to rush it!" Last night while she played with Ike, she told him that she doesn't want to grow up because she'll move away and not be able to play "puppy" anymore. Most kids seem to spend a lot of time wanting to grow up. Annie spends her time in the present--being Annie.
She's also perpetually happy. I mean, everyone has probably heard or seen her pitch a fit, so I won't pretend she's never angry. But the thing about Annie is, she's over everything in a matter of seconds. When she falls, she cries for a minute, then hops up and says, "I'm okay!" She loves to laugh.
She's also compassionate. When Jake gets hurt or upset, she's quick to bring him a stuffed animal or make funny faces to cheer him up. She's fun, she's cute.
And now she's 4. Happy Birthday, Annie. I would write more about you, but you're demanding my computer. :)
This morning she came running into my room, climbed into my bed and said, "Mommy, I woke up and it was morning. And so Mommy, am I four now?" She then asked how old Jake is and when I told her he's 8, she asked, "Does that mean I'm 9? Am I bigger than Jake yet?"
We got up and wandered into the living room, where she ran to the door frame to see if she's big enough to climb the frame. Can you picture what I mean here? Jake likes to use his hands and knees to move himself up to the top of the door frames. Annie assumed that because she's now 4, she would be able to do it too. She was a little disappointed that she couldn't do it yet, but felt better when I pointed out that Jake was 6 before he started that...
When Jake woke up and joined us on the couch, Annie told him he could choose the first cartoon they watch this morning because, "you'll be at my birthday party."
So I've left them on the couch watching a cartoon while I've snuck away to the computer to share just a little of what I've learned from Annie over the last four years...
I often hear that Annie is a lot like Ike was as a child. I also often hear that she looks a lot like me. But really, I don't think I've ever met anyone exactly like Annie. She's given me a perspective on life that is different from any others.
Ike and I often think that Annie is a little person who remembers being old in a previous life. She loves every minute of being a little kid. She does all the little kid things--plays, picks her nose, has imaginary friends, pitches fits, so on... It's almost like she was born saying, "I'm a kid again, and I'm not going to rush it!" Last night while she played with Ike, she told him that she doesn't want to grow up because she'll move away and not be able to play "puppy" anymore. Most kids seem to spend a lot of time wanting to grow up. Annie spends her time in the present--being Annie.
She's also perpetually happy. I mean, everyone has probably heard or seen her pitch a fit, so I won't pretend she's never angry. But the thing about Annie is, she's over everything in a matter of seconds. When she falls, she cries for a minute, then hops up and says, "I'm okay!" She loves to laugh.
She's also compassionate. When Jake gets hurt or upset, she's quick to bring him a stuffed animal or make funny faces to cheer him up. She's fun, she's cute.
And now she's 4. Happy Birthday, Annie. I would write more about you, but you're demanding my computer. :)
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