Thursday, June 6, 2019Too Fast
It's the best when insult gets piled on top of injury, so of course Mila followed up her first ever dance recital and birthday party with another reminder that she's growing up entirely too fast -- kindergarten screening. I don't really know what the purpose of the whole activity is, but Mila was over the moon about getting the opportunity to go hang out at the school she'll be attending entirely too soon.
The highlight, of course, was getting to talk to a teacher for an hour. They chatted about letters and numbers and words and all sorts of things. Mila thought it was THE BEST. She will happily answer math questions and point out the letters she knows just as long as I'm not the one asking the questions. If I ask, she knows nothing. A stranger, though? Apparently she knows it all.
I'm going to side with thinking it's better that way than the reverse. Fortunately she has learned a few things along her way. I'll survive if she never tells me those things.
The teacher's report after the fact revealed a thing I definitely didn't know - Mila can be downright charming when she tries. She told stories about the things she is going to do this summer, including how she's going to eat all of her vegetables so she can be taller for kindergarten and ZOMG THE CUTE. She also can't start kindergarten until she rides a roller coaster, so I guess we better start working on that.
The lasting moment of the day, however, came as we were about to leave. The staff at the school had set out a bunch of props for photos including a big frame with Mila's graduation year on it.
2032.
TWENTY THIRTY-TWO.
Don't do the math for how old you'll be when Mila graduates from high school. It's really very bad for your health.
Miss Manners
Not only did we have a cheer competition and a dance recital to contend with this weekend, Mila had a small matter of her very first friend birthday party. We've had little get-togethers with the people I consider my "chosen family," but this time Mila had the chance to invite all of her preschool class plus a few other kids she knows. Nothing but her people.
All 21 of her people, in fact. 21 four and five-year olds. That sounds like a terrible idea, right?
Maybe it was, but I'll never know because PEOPLE ARE THE WORST. Why is it difficult to RSVP for a party? That is a thing I will never understand. I get forgetting until the last second, but to completely ignore an invite? WHY? Is it really that hard to send an email with, "Won't be able to make it. Sorry!"
I had one person RSVP that they weren't coming.
Six said they were going to be there.
Three kids showed up. Three. I had enough food for 15 plus their parent because that was my best guess at what actual would look like, but THREE. THREE.
The good news is that Mila is still little enough to not be disappointed by such things. I was disappointed on her behalf, but from her viewpoint, she had SO much fun running and playing and blowing bubbles and eating and all of the things. There were cupcakes and there was singing. The gifts were perfect, the decorations were spot on, and basically she had the best day of her life. She would like to have another birthday party, please and thank you.
Next year I'm letting her invite 40 kids. Just to be safe. Because LOOK AT HER. How can I not let her have her way all of the time?
