lindsey's in fourth grade now. william's in sixth. i remember william in fourth fairly well--after all, it was only two years ago. it wasn't terribly memorable in that no big drama went doooowwwwnnn, but i remember bits and pieces nevertheless. that's a part of my job description. remembering the bits and the pieces. one of those bits that stands out is his nerves. he is one nervous fellow, that william. he's just one of those types who likes to fit in, to be liked, to wear the right clothes. like i said, a nervous fellow. not entirely comfortable in his own skin. lindsey, well, she's so different. she's more like nathaniel. the two of them, for the most part, walk to the beat of their own drum. i cheer this trait on, usually. i mean, when it goes so far as scoffing at the rest of the rat race's need for hygiene, i might not be cheering quite so loudly. but, really, i think that that trait is huge. mostly beneficial. wearing what she wants to wear, doing what she wants to do, happy to be, well, herself. she doesn't overthink things.
now she's in fourth grade. and i will say, despite her whole, "this is me, take me or leave me" stance on life, fourth grade has its share of drama. ho boy, does it ever. i mean draaaa-ma. you've got to say it like that. really emphasizing each syllable, drawing it out like so: DRAAAA-MA!
william used to come home from his fourth grade day. it'd be something like this: i'd ask, "how was your day?" he'd respond, "good." "anything interesting happen?" "nah." "want a snack?" "ok."
now ready for a pendulum swing? hold on tight! lindsey comes home. "how was your day?" "well! naomi told us that we stole her song and then she said, "talk to the hand!" and then the teacher yelled at us! and then lynn said 'it's totes obvi that you guys stole our song.' and then at recess i didn't want to practice our dance, so jill got mad at me! and then i went to swing and they told me i wasn't in their group anymore. and then erin told me and rachel that she was rating our wardrobe and that we got 3 out of ten. and i just told her i didn't care and then i went to play on the monkey bars. but then heidi came and said that i could jump rope with her only if i switched seats with her at lunch. and can i go to a sleepover at sophia's house this friday night?" and i'm just now interjecting for the first time (just making sure you're following), "same sophia you got in a fight with last week?" "yep! that's the one!"
her daily breakdown of the day could make your head spin.
it makes mine spin every day.
girls and boys. they couldn't be more different.
and speaking of girls and friends and non-friends and fighting and drama... here's a little ditty she made up with her friends. it was a group thing. till they got in a fight and split up. like the backstreet boys?
warning: it'll be in your head all day.