Last week, our little Peanut had her second trimester awards assembly, for which she received a certificate for Highest Honors. She essentially got straight A's or pluses in our case. I didn't even know they did this in Kindergarten, but apparently they do. And while one part of me thinks it's kinda silly (I mean it is just Kindergarten), the other part of me is really proud! Kindergarten or not, this girl has learned a TON this school year. She is reading now, learning to tell time, learning addition and subtraction, to count by 2's, 5's, 10's--the list goes on and on. So the fact that she is learning so much and retaining nearly all of that information is impressive.
Yesterday, while the little brother and daddy were both taking naps, the Peanut and I snuck (apparently this is not a word? whatev) off to the library to pick up a book I had requested for her. I have been reading Beverly Cleary's Ramona series to the Peanut before bed. My mom and dad gave her a big ol' boxed set of Beverly Cleary books at Christmas. However, for whatever reason, the publisher's included all but one (!) of the Ramona books in the set.
So I requested it from the library and it finally came. Since it was just us (sans the 2.5 year old), we got the Peanut set up with her own library card now that she can write her own name. Well. That just about made her year. Yes, her year. As the librarian was entering her application in the computer, she pulled out a box from underneath the counter with these cute little crocheted library card purses that some sweet little volunteer ladies make for kids who are getting their first library cards. Oh my. You would have thought the Peanut was just handed the moon. Excited does not even begin to describe it. She tried to wear the purse to bed last night, which I quickly nixed for fear of strangulation. But then, when we got to school today to watch her give her presentation, I saw her wearing her little purse. Apparently, she brought the library card purse to school. Which neither her daddy or I knew about. Nice. I fear the teenage years already.
Lastly, the Peanut had her spring voice recital on Monday night (Grandpa's 60th birthday! Happy Birthday, Dad!) and she sang her solo, Singing in the Rain. Me? I cried. Because I am a sap like that. She did really well though. It's amazing to see her confidence grow on stage each time she gets up there.
So I will end with the video of her performance. It's kinda cute.