Mom says 6 is now her favorite age. This black and white picture of me at 6 years is from the PTA fundraiser- just a candid quick shot taken on the playground one day. Mom says it's her all time favorite- it captures my laughing smile, happy eyes, and adorable freckles. My birthday fell on a school day this year, so we celebrated at the crack of dawn with cupcakes for breakfast.
The most funnest thing about having a birthday during the week is that you can be queen for a day in your classroom. The not most funnest thing is that you still have to brush the tangles out of your hair, even though it's your special day. But then you get to have a second special day on the weekend!
This year in lieu of a party, I chose a girl spa day with my old pre-K friends. Sophia couldn't make it this time, but Reagan and I picked right up where we left off 6 months ago. This is the third year in a row that we've celebrated our May birthdays together, getting our nails, makeup, and hair primped,
then dressing up to go see a kids ballet performance. This year it was Sleeping Beauty, and it was amazing for the first 45 minutes. The last 15 minutes was some girl and boy running around the stage in circles doing twirls over and over. I was ready to GO.
Mom said something about exposing me to culture, and how she hopes I develop an appreciation for dance, without the negative-body-image dark side that can sometimes accompany the practice of dance. I think she just wanted an excuse to hang out with me all day. She is constantly trying to brainwash me with secret lessons for positive self image and confidence.
My parents love the little girl that I have become. They love to see me take pride in my strengths, like reading chapter books, practicing math flash cards, and creating art projects.
I love being 6, because it means I will lose my first tooth soon, I can sing every word of One Direction songs, and I will get more freckles. Did you know that freckles come from angel kisses?
I will also likely continue to get attention from cute boys. What is it about boys that makes them say and do the weirdest things when they have a crush on you? I'm still figuring out the code- they run away and refuse to talk to you because they like you? They call you bad names and laugh because they like you. And they draw evil monster art for you because they like you.
Mom said that's the nature of things. She gave the example of a boy in seventh grade who nicknamed her "Watermelon Head" and basically made her cry every day. Then he gave her a gold necklace with a charm that said "Someone Special" at Christmas. She said I need to focus on my brain and sports right now,then worry about boys in, like, 20 years. And I am not allowed to read any books written by the Princeton Mom.
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