Josie

Josie is an analyzer so if we talk through something there is a pretty good chance that the same topic will come up again and again for month and month. One day I told Josie I don’t ever want her to grow up. We talked about how I wish she could just stay little and live with me forever. She told me her concerns about that and how she wants to be a mom and have her own children. Now almost daily she reminds me that I can come to the hospital when she has a baby and “if it works out she will come visit me everyday” when she is the mom. She is really excited for when she is the mom. I know she is excited because she loves babies and responsibility; but mostly she is just excited to make the rules. She reminds me a lot that when she is the mom her kids don’t have to eat the crust of their bread.

She is growing up so fast and she is such a fun girl to raise.   She is very obedient, observant, and smart. She graduated from her online preschool this past week and she had learned so much. I wanted to take her to do something special after graduation. We went to buy a toy, she thought carefully about each thing she wanted. She analyzed what she would do with it, if it would break, and where she would store it; then for one reason or another she would decide against it. After an hour we left the store empty handed and went to another store and decided on makeup. Next I wanted to take her to dinner so we could visit just the two of us. She only wanted lettuce, we drove to a restaurant with salad and before we parked she decided she want hungry and just wanted to go home and play makeup so that’s what we did.

She also had her very first dance recital. It was a good experience for both of us. It was only a five-week course with one performance. I pushed her to do it because I wanted her to do something hard. We tried dance once before but she was too shy and didn’t want to go. She was still really little so I didn’t fight it. I figured this really short class would be a good learning experience. She went to class nervous the first day, I dropped her off so she couldn’t cling to me and she ended up loving ballet (she likes to specify that its ballet not dance). She liked class but didn’t want to perform and couldn’t stop complaining how itchy the costume was.  She preformed, I told her how proud I was and talked about how she was proud too. She said she had fun and loves ballet but she doesn’t want to take any more dance class.