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The girls you are

You know you're all incredibly different, right? 

Allow me to share a few recent experiences:

Last Friday we went to parent-teacher conference and Ms. Stanley said she won the lottery with Kaybree. Kaybree is a great listener and helper. She's always on task and is often used to keep other students on task too. On top of that she is a very gifted artist. 

On Monday of this week Kaybree and I woke up with a sore throat and some sniffles. I decided we should be safe and keep you home. I did not realize the new school policy (thanks, covid) is if your student is sick at all you have to stay home 72 hours. This is not fun news but Kaybree took it as an opportunity to hang out more with Aspen. Each day the two have snuggled and played and Kaybree has begged me not to put her down for a nap. You two have the sweetest bond! 

I have been so lucky to have a second mom around for Aspen. It makes my life so much easier to be able to get work done knowing Kaybree has Aspen. 

Kaybree: I'm going up to my room. When you're done with breakfast, you come up too, got it?
Aspen: Got it. *knuckle bump to seal the deal*

I emailed Ms. Stanley and asked her to send home work so Kaybree wouldn't fall behind. she sent home nearly 50 pages. Kaybree finished about 40 of them in one day and LOVED it!

I LOVE all this about you, Kaybree. You are the sweetest, cutest, most angelic little girl. Yes, you have an attitude at times, but generally you are the sweetest and it is the BEST having an oldest daughter who is such a natural leader and caretaker. 





At Eisley's parent teacher conference her teacher said she's a good kid and usually pretty focused in class. She can sometimes get distracted by things in her desk but she'll put them away when she's asked to. She has also been asked several times not to play around in the bathroom and she still struggles with that sometimes.

Also I found this on the back of your homework:
At home you never stop talking. You ask questions about everything we're watching on TV. You snatch any box or piece of foam you can get your hands on for "activities" that are mostly covering that item in tape and calling it a life hack. 

I also LOVE all of this about you! I love having a daughter that is so funny and unique! I love that you ask questions about everything and your mind never stops searching for ways to have fun. You are always so focused on making people smile. Your efforts don't always work, and sometimes it can get you in trouble, but I hope you never lose your desire to share joy with those around you. 


And of course there's Aspen. Your personality is still developing but every day you make us all smile and laugh. We're all learning a new language.
Sus=sucker
baw=Granola Bar
painty=Blanket (only the swaddling blankets)
Milt=milk (and you ask for it several times a day)
buebs= Blueberries, pretty sure this is your favorite fruit
Taybee=Kaybree
tamp=Trampoline
Mon=Come on (usually she grabs your hand and pulls or pats her thigh when she says this, indicating for you to follow)

I wish you could stay this age forever. I love how excited you are to learn new things. You can understand most of what I say now and it's a thrill every time we understand you. You love hats. A bowl keeps you entertained for hours. Outside is your favorite place to be. Yesterday I caught you filling a bowl with rocks and telling tortoise to come eat his food. He did not eat. 




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