Showing posts with label five yr old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label five yr old. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

What To Expect From A Five Year Old

What it’s like to have a 5-year old girl at home?
For one, don’t go sleeping with your hands dangling and at your kikay girl’s disposal. See what I mean?

I guess I got her exposed to manicures and foot spas too early in life. Oh well, just a little more practice and she can do this as a side line hehe.

All other things to watch out for in a 5-year old:
1. She does not like to be called our baby girl anymore, just pretty girl;
2. She now chooses what she wants to wear, how her hair should be done, what bag to bring and what accessories to wear. Downside of that is… she chooses my stuff! So were always fighting over my bag, my trinkets, my makeup! She likes adult stuff now and at five years old, mind you. I can just imagine how it’s gonna be when she turns pre-teens;
3. She knows how read, write and spell so gone are the days when husband and I spell out words we don’t want her to know like ‘Let’s have i-c-e-c-r-e-a-m’ or ‘Daddy, you just said s-h-i-t! It doesn’t work anymore so we have to think of another tactic. Any suggestion?
4. She’s more confident and has greater control of her fine and gross motor skills. She can prepare her own pancake, scrambled egss and sandwhich. She now prefers to take a bath all by herself, tie her shoe lace, etc. She’s more confident in so many other things and (insists on) asserting herself. How time flies…
5. She can ride her bike with one less training wheel (the other one tore off from overuse). She can balance even if her bike doesn’t have a training wheel so I think a few more practice and she can ride a bike without the training wheels.
6. She knows the day of the week and super excited when Saturday comes because that’s when Mom and Dad stay home.
7. My fave part – she has finally found her true love, the arts. Almost everyday she has a piece of artwork for her dad and I or for her teacher. Like a day before her birthday, she made me a paper heart filled with raindow colors. As she handed it to me she said, ‘thank you Mommy for my birthday party.’ I was teary-eyed as I said thank you. Isn’t that the sweetest?

My daughter is all grown up now. As I watch her do big girl stuff, I get all nostalgic and look back into the days when all she did was breastfeed and sleep, breastfeed and sleep. Now, she doesn't even want a meme (lullaby) at night.

Little girl, don't grow up so fast please?


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