Sunday, February 21, 2010

Sunday, February 21, 2010

We went to Dickey's for lunch today. Kids eat free there on Sundays, and we're frugal enough to be drawn in by such an enticement.

As we enjoyed our sandwiches, Katie felt compelled to let us know her unsolicited assessment of her classmate, Noah.

Katie: Noah can't be my boyfriend. He's not tough enough.

Ouch!

Whether or not Noah was auditioning for the part of boyfriend, we can't be sure. All we do know is that if he's going to impress Katie, he's gonna have to beef up his machismo. His options are limited. If I'm Noah, I'm probably considering some outrageous stunt...during recess on the monkey bars...while the teacher isn't looking.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Last Night of Five

February 8, 2010

Katie's last day of being five was a good one. She behaved good enough in kindergarten today to earn another stamp -- her fourth consecutive stamp, in fact.

At dinner, she ate a grilled cheese sandwich while Melissa and I ate a diferent dinner that Melissa had prepared. Katie understood that this was the last night that she would be provided a different prepared meal than her parents and that beginning the night after her birthday party, she would be served the same meal as her mom and dad.

After dinner, she played for a few minutes on an educational website for kids called Moshi Monsters. The games included timed puzzles, which challenged Katie but also gave her satisfaction from answering a lot of the puzzles before time ran out.

After the computer games, I sat with Katie while she read her library book Lucky. She read two chapters of the book. She continues to impress me with her reading skills. She'll tell anyone who asks that she's by far the best reader in her class. And of all kindergarteners in the world, too.

The book finished, Katie ran upstairs for her shower and teeth brushing. Then into bed and prayers. She prayed for Wyatt, a boy in her class who caught a cold and missed school today. She prayed that he'd return soon. She prayed for all the sick people. And for the people who don't believe in God.

Then hugs and kisses and "goodnight" and "I love you."

Five was a good year for our Tiny Katie.