She is a pretty good six year old, I think. Last night I work I saw a mom friend of mine from the girls' school and she has four kids too. She was out with some friends and she said they had littler kids and we were all talking about how hard it sucks and I said for me, it really gets better and better the older they get. Just the fact that you can walk out your damned door without 42 things in a bag is BETTER. The one woman said she has to buckle three kids into car seats, I said UGH! I wrote a gospel song one time called In Heaven, There Will Be No Car Seats! I mean it is enough to make you crazy, really crazy. My mom friend from school said, you know, no one really tells you how hard it is and I said I mean, sometimes I do but the thing is I think no one wants to hear it! Who would do it? It's TERRIBLE. I much prefer being the mother of a 6, 8, 9 and 12 year old than a baby, a 2, 4 and 7 year old. BLECH.
Today at church, Felicity's teacher came up to me and said I have a story for you. I thought, yikes, because she had already sent me an email this week with a funny story. They were working on /it family words, kit, lit, fit, etc. Felicity was the quickest and the only one to point out that they better not ever add the SH sound to the /it family of words, which prompted a poor friend of Felicity's to PUT it together and then she said her first swear word, GREAT! Ha! Anyways, she said that they were listening to Stevie Wonder on Friday afternoon and she was saying how great he was, imagine that he wasn't given the gift of sight but he could make such wonderful music. Felicity said, I bet he wasn't very good at art. Ha ha! She kills me.
Anyway, happy sixth birthday to our Felicity Rose.
