Finally, a warm day

Get this - I didn't have to wear my winter coat when I dropped the kidlet off at preschool this morning.

I know!  It was cloudy but warm-ish and by noon, the sun was out in full force and it was warm and aaaahhhhhhhh.

It's about freaking time.  And it's supposed to be hot all weekend.  ALL WEEKEND.  And it's a long weekend.  Awesome.

The kidlet and I played outside for a bit this afternoon where I tried to take some pictures of her because it has been FOREVER, but she was determined to not allow me one focused shot.

Well, okay, ONE:

After dinner, we walked to the elementary school playground and hung out for almost an hour (so. warm).  At one point when the kidlet was nimbly climbing the monkey bars (when did she start doing THAT?), she reached the top and said she was 'apprehensive'.  She told me it meant a little scared.  Then she stepped down a rung and proudly exclaimed that she was no longer apprehensive.

Alrighty then.

Another girl from her school was there so the two of them raced around while the Mom and I chatted politely (I've run into her three times in the last month and it's starting to freak me out).  Her daughter is six months older than the kidlet and was riding an awesome bike that I'm going to have to find.  I have checked out Toys R Us but I didn't want princess, Dora, tassle-overkill, etc. and I found that when the kidlet tested them, they seemed kinda rickety.  So off to Caps we'll go soon to spend a small fortune I'm sure but at least I know now what I'm looking for.

I went to the kidlet's observation day at preschool on Tuesday where the teacher said she was 'advanced for her age' and as stubborn as they come.  So nothing has changed in the 'attitude' department, I'm afraid.  The teacher said that the kidlet will sometimes get mad at her, run into the kitchen and hide for twenty minutes before finally emerging and making up.  Regardless, it seems like the teacher gets a kick out of her (thank goodness) and they seem to be able to manage their way through yet another of the kidlet's phases.  She now loves to say "I don't like girls" or "I don't like boys", depending on who has ticked her off (usually me).  When she gets mad at me and says she doesn't like girls (guess that's better than the 'I don't love you' of months past), I say that she's a girl and she clarifies by saying she doesn't like BIG girls.  So I say okay, leave, and within a minute she starts to blubber that she does love me.  So that part hasn't changed.  Emotions are so tough, aren't they?

Earlier today, she came up to me out of the blue and said:  "When I'm 10 like you are, we won't have to hold hands when we're on the street anymore."  After laughing at the thought of being 10 again, I said that I wanted to always hold her hand no matter how old we were and she said, "But Mom, only when I'm 4 and 5.  I wish I was 5."  She can't wait to be 5 for some reason and here I am thinking she's growing up too fast already.