My middle child is now eight. It seems as that is how I measure time now. How old was Claire or Emma when that happened? Was Susy born yet?
She went to school for the first time this year. She wrote a paragraph the first month of school about what she was thankful for. She wrote, “I am thankful that my parents let me go to school for the first time.” We thought it was time to let her out of the house.
She has grown two inches this year. She is still the same height as her older sister. Maybe she will pass her up this year.
She was baptized this year. The first of the three girls to do so.
She can never sleep at night. She can’t hold her caffeine. And it bothers her that she can’t sleep. Which makes it worse.
She still has that little stubborn streak that wasn’t so little when she was two and three. Every once in a while she will pull it out and I see that chubby toddler laying on the floor kicking and screaming. Except now it is a tall, skinny 2nd grader with a scrunched up nose.
The pouty lip is still the same.
Every day she amazes me with what she knows. She is a sponge that soaks up information with amazing force.
She can play the guitar like nobody’s business.
And She is now eight.
Happy Birthday Claire Bear.