Aliza turned 5 on the 5th. I refuse to believe she’s not a baby any more. But she isn’t. She’s in pre-K, learning to read, and getting older by the minute.
She thinks Isaac is terrific (she misbehaves for us instead—man, am I tired of the tantrums every time I ask her to do something) and she makes me crack up laughing. Actual conversation from last week:
Aliza says: “You’re not the boss of me!”
Me: “Really? Are you the boss at school?”
Aliza: “No, the teachers are.”
Me: “And at home?”
Aliza: “Daddy.”
Me: “Nope, Daddy and I are both the boss.”
Aliza: “I have TWO bosses? I hate having two bosses!”
Also, this week, after I made boxed macaroni and cheese, which I don’t usually make:
Aliza: “I like your macaroni and cheese, Mommy.” *pause* “But I’m not a fan.”
Mini photo retrospective:
From this:
to this
to this:
To this!
A five-year-old! How exciting! And so cute. :)