Adeline turned 7 years old this winter. She was so happy to move on up. She had a GREAT year being 6. In summary: This was the year that she finished Kindergarten (half the year in Arizona, the other half in New York). She learned to read and then REALLY learned to read. She finally learned to ride a two-wheeler and enjoyed racing up and down the street in our new neighborhood on her new bike. She was thrilled to gain a baby sister and is the most loving, tender, big sister that any girl could ask for. She decided she would like to grow her hair long, so we spent the year trying to get it healthy enough to do just that. She has had various bob-length haircuts this year, but we're finally getting it to nearly shoulder length (shorter in these pictures). She absolutely blossomed at school here in Wisconsin. Just a few weeks into school, her teacher requested that she be tested for their "Challenge" program and her math scores were off the charts. I never even realized we had a little brainiac in our Adeline, but her education has definitely become a priority in her young life. She still doesn't enjoy tackling things that don't come easily (like reading), but she's very disciplined for a 7-year-old and will do what she has been assigned. She is slowly losing her dress up imagination - but still loves to drag any impressionable child into her wild world of princesses, drama, and make-believe. I'm not sure she'll leave that behind any time soon. I always knew I loved babies and I was thrilled when I had my GIRL baby 7 years ago - but I had no clue way back then how amazing it would be to have her grow into a sweet, sensitive, athletic, feminine ally in this household. I cannot imagine life without her. Love you, Adeline!
Birthday Breakfast! Pancakes with buttermilk syrup, chocolate chips and whipped cream! When you're 7, you can get away with that.
Someone forgot to buy a pack of candles for her delicious little mini cupcakes we shared with friends. The nativity pewter decoration with the candlestick served as an adequate substitute. It lent a certain spiritual charm to the otherwise NOT spiritual affair. :)
Guthrie is showing off the fingerless gloves I crocheted for him. For like 45 minutes this year I was having fun crocheting. Then I remembered I have 5 kids, a part-time job, and only half a husband (though he is a REALLY awesome half-husband and I am not in any way complaining - just looking forward to the end of residency when being "on call" means more of a phone situation and less of a 30+ hours at a time in a hospital while the world at home goes on without him situation). I plan on crocheting again sometime in the future. When the kids are old. And I am too.
Truman enjoyed putting on coats, hats and scarves this winter. Until it was really cold outside and he actually needed them. Then he pulled the hat off every time.
Sullivan is attending a sweet little Lutheran preschool. They did a GREAT Christ-centered Christmas program. Sullivan sang these songs all day every day at home for months. On the actual day of the performance, I don't think he sang a single word. But he looked cute staring off into the distance.
I think this was Christmas Sunday. We looked so awesome. All of us. I promise. I only have proof that they did, though.
We helped out with the Christmas program at church. Someone wrote a cute little script with kids and parents sitting around talking about Christ's life. We didn't dare have all of our kids up there. So we were really like a fake family sitting up there having a sweet discussion. And halfway through, Penelope started crying. One of the Young Women was sweet enough to come up and take her out for me. So then our fake family's image was totally shattered - no more perfect baby claims. After the program she slept perfectly in my arms. And then perfectly pooped all over this awesome SILK baby dress that is white and actually was completely ruined and is now in the garbage. Awwww, tender.
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