Emery is my sweet, sensitive girl. She has so much emotion and feeling about everything (something I don't understand, though apparently I was the same way as a kid). She's ultra sensitive and never mean or cruel to anyone. Showing responsibility comes in spurts - sometimes she'll surprise me by cleaning her bathroom or her bedroom without being asked and be completely shining with pride, and other times she tells me it's too hard and rolls all over the floor whining until finally bringing herself to do it. She's almost always willing to help if I ask though. Especially with Van and Izzy. Or with the chickens and turkeys. That's still so new she loves to help with them too.
She finished preschool this week. She loved her preschool class and it was a darling group of kids. Her teacher was amazing - I wish she lived closer to our new house so I could send my other kids to her! At her end of year parent/teacher conference, the teacher had nothing but good things to say about Emery. Her end of year program was adorable, but confirmed something funny and surprising about Emery - she doesn't like performing! She was visibly nervous to sing songs she belts out all the time at home! For such an outgoing girl this has been an interesting revelation over the past few years, but I guess it's good for her, right? :) She had her first crush in preschool - Sawyer. She kept talking about him, and then talking about him and giggling, then one day after school giggled and declared, "I think I'm in love with Sawyer!" Oh no. We're already there. So sad. She's already moved onto another crush and recently told me, "Mom, I just don't know who I'm going to marry!" She seemed rather distressed about it. I tried to console her and tell her she has a long time to decide.
I feel like she's grown up so much lately, learning to do all sorts of big girl things. She learned to tie her own shoes, ride her bike without training wheels, is learning to play a few songs on the piano, perfected her cartwheel and moved up from "Beginners" to "Level 1" at gymnastics, finally memorized how to write our rather lengthy last name and has made leaps and bounds improvements in her reading. And almost all of this has happened since we moved into our new house. I think being settled is good for all of us.
She loves our new neighborhood because she loves having friends. Five-year-olds have basically taken over our block - barricading the roads with bike parades, climbing the dirt mountains from all of the home construction and bouncing from house to house to play. It's cute watching her interact with kids and find where she fits. I love that both boys and girls come knocking, wanting to play with her. She plays in the dirt just as well as she plays princesses.
She's so mature for her age that I sometimes feel like she doesn't have many of those hilarious kid moments, but she still says funny things now and then. Last weekend after watching Utah Dance Fest in Logan she said in her prayers, "I thankful that I could see lots of dancing and shiny dance suits tonight." That's why we call her the squirrel - she loves shiny things! And a few days ago she turned to me and said, "Mom, what if we had a pet tiger? And then it scratched and scratched on the metal on the chicken coop and then it got in and ate the chickens?"
Speaking of chickens (and her sensitive little heart), she went to feed them one morning and one of the turkeys got out. She was completely mortified, just crying and crying, not because she thought she was in trouble or because she was afraid of the turkey or anything, only because she didn't "want her to get loose!". Ha. Today she was in tears at the park because someone was trying to crush one of the duck eggs and she ran away holding it to protect it. Cute girl. I'm trying to learn to be more understanding when she has emotional outbursts, but still teach her to be a tough girl.
She still hates to sleep. She's just too excited about life and doesn't want to miss a minute of it. She'll see a movie out or a treat in the garbage and pester me to know what we did without her the night before.
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| She's still a great eater... but she definitely has a sweet tooth! |
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