Now we are six
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Another year. The dotter is six now. I brought the requisite cupcakes to school…it was like another world, one I don’t see very often. It occurred to me that more and more, as she gets older, she’ll be moving out into that other world, and I will know less and less what’s going on with her life.
Gack! What a depressing outlook!
But oh golly. She’s six years old. She’s 44 inches tall. She’s about 43 pounds (pretty cool: one pound per inch–it doesn’t work that way for the rest of your life, girly!). She’s learning to read, bit by bit. She’s writing lots of stuff–phonetically, but, hey, it’s readable. She’s turning to princesses and Barbie more and more, and now dots her "i"s with little hearts or flowers. I grit my teeth silently and say to myself, "It’s a phase. It’s a phase. She’ll grow out of princesses, Barbies, hearts and flowers." She’s very girly-girl right now–she brought home a book all about Barbies (a more grown-up kind of book, actually, sort of a "Barbie reference book") from school library, and buys fake makeup and fake nail polish and sparkly things when she gets money to spend.
She still, however, went ga-ga when we located her box of horsies and unpacked it.
The party is on Sunday. So far, we still have only 4 girls total. But I am warned by various folk that the phrase "RSVP" doesn’t mean much to people, and that we’ll have others show up who didn’t tell us ahead of time, and some that said they’d show who won’t. I am contemplating the goodie bags and how many to make.
Still…six. Wow. It boggles my mind.
