Super Six

Happy Six, Beast Mode! 

Wow, what a year this has been!?!  

You live life with reckless abandon. I joke that you are our honey badger because when you want to do something, you don't give a F*@K about what anyone says or what the rules are.  As frustrating as it can be for all of us at times, I hope you don't lose that fire as you grow older. I can't wait to see what glass ceilings you decide to smash right through. 

Just a few days ago, you asked me "da name of dat song" from the singing movie (Sing2) that goes 'That Girl is on Fire'.  You were amazed I knew the song (Alicia Keys) and you and Sass sang it over and over while we got ready together in the bathroom.  

You've had lots of firsts, which are bittersweet because a lot of them are our last firsts as parents. First kid with a broken bone, which we knew from early on was going to be you.  First day of Kindergarten, and first to not start elementary in-person.  First loose tooth, which also was our first kid with vampire teeth (both adult front teeth came in BEFORE the baby teeth fell out). First hornet bite on your lip. First ear piercing.

   

Let's talk about your broken wing.  You never do anything halfway.  You barrel through life full speed ahead, no safety net, and this was no exception.  Your entire solid 51 pounds must have all landed on that right arm when you "fell off da monkey bars." You broke your right humerus bone so good that it required not one, but two emergency surgeries. You were the "this never happens, but we have to tell you about this random complication" patient when it came to the doctor explaining how the surgery would go, how the bones remodel and regrow (in 11 days), etc.  You were our Beast Mode, who kept her brave face on and wanted to help cut off the cast and do everything yourself.  You have two pretty badass massive scars, one on each side of your arm and without them, no one would even know the trauma you experienced in August 2021.  I have to admit, I look forward to what you'll choose if you decide to take me up on the offer of a tattoo at 18 to cover those scars, should they ever become bothersome to you.  You and the anesthesiologist became bffs when he asked what you wanted the air medicine to smell like: strawberries or pig farts.  Your loveys, Norman and Otis, were always there for you to help you be brave.

 

You were so excited that your cast came off the day we left for the beach.  You couldn't wait to see palm trees.  That healing arm didn't stop you from boogie boarding, jumping waves, and having the time of your life.

 

You love the outdoors, riding your bike and jumping on the trampoline (both of which you missed tons when you had a broken arm).  You learned how to ride your bike without training wheels in the spring, and got a bigger bike. You were devastated when you couldn't ride or jump for several months because of that broken wing. 

     

 (These pictures were pre-broken arm.  I don't remember if you really had a boo-boo or were just pretending.)

You were so pumped to get your "baccine shot" and were the only one of the three who didn't wince or cry.  You wanted it right in your "broken arm".  (Will you ever go back to calling it your right arm, or will it forever be your broken arm?)  The nurse was more concerned about the fake scars on your face, from being Chucky on Halloween than the massive scar on your arm. You have no issue telling grownups to how to wear a mask correctly, and made Grandma, Mama, and Daddy giggle on the day you broke you arm when you asked the nurse if her nose was afraid of her mask.  She definitely made sure her mask was correct for the rest of the visit.

   

You are so excited about "Matt's baby" and being an aunt.  You were the first of the kids to guess right away when baby A was born. On your own accord, you went through your toys and found a few that the baby would need. You are now six months older than Xavier was when you were born, which blows me away.  

You were so excited about Christmas and Santa and are now excited about Easter.  Because you are the strong-willed one, Mama had to "call" Santa several times in December.

You LOVE the YouTube shows "Spy Ninjas" and "A for Adley".  After the first few days of recovery from surgery, you had me well-versed in each of them. On the way back from the beach, you were over the moon that we got to stay at "the Black Pyramid".  And when you saw your birthday shirt was Spy Ninjas, you couldn't believe I knew that's what you wanted. All you wanted for Christmas and now your birthday is a Spy Ninja kit. 

  

You love "Jo-Jo" (zho-zho) bows and it is so cute when you say the sound of Arron's train "shugga, shugga, shoo-shoo".  You have a style all your own, part punk, part tomboy, part fancy, and you aren't afraid to be yourself.  You love to take selfies and pose when we take your picture.

       

     

You love to help and want to be included in everything. You have a loving heart and want to take care of everyone.

 

Sassy is your best friend, your ride-or-die, and your partner-in-crime. You play pretend for hours.

  

     

 

   

 

You love Jesus and anytime I ask if you have questions during our Bible reading, you say "I know Jesus is God."

While you are still working on learning those letters and numbers, and your speech sounds, you are quick to pick up things like "I-C-E" is parent code for Ice Cream and "C-P" is cake-pop.  You are like a bottomless pit when it comes to food. 

You make us laugh and pull our hair out, all at the same time.  I look at you and remember how absolutely tiny you were and no longer are.  

I love you all the way to Jesus and back!

Mama

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