It is May - the month of birthdays. We have been talking about it a lot and you are both eager to meet the next year of your lives.
Gill, you admitted that you are actually looking forward to losing the paci, though I'm not sure you really understand that you have to give it up. We are luring you with the idea of being a big boy and aspiring kindergartner.
Speaking of, you had your "kindergarten round-up" last week, and you passed the Dial 3 assessment. Verbal was the lowest score (in the upper 80th percentile), mostly because of pronunciation challenges. Cognitive and motor were in the 90th percentile. You told the ladies who tested you that your named was misspelled, "there are two "Ls" in Gill" you said. When asked what you should do when you enter a room in which the light is turned off, you said, "If you are scared, get your mom and dad."
You will graduate from preschool at the end of the month. Both Noni and Grandma will be with us for the important event. Even your godmother Aimee will attend the picnic after graduation. Still super affectionate, you have to touch someone while you sleep.
Jonas, you are doing super great in school. We are so proud of how independent you are. Math remains your favorite subject and you are quite the creator with legos. You love robotics and enjoy piano and Capoeira though we sometimes have to cajole you to get to your lessons. For your golden 7 year birthday (turning 7 is your golden since you were born on the 7th day of May), Noni will drive in. You have requested a Pump It Up party, even though it means you will not get a big gift from us. (The party costs $350!) We invited all of your friends, some of our neighbors, and some of Gill's friends. Almost everyone immediately accepted. Like your Poppa, you have a few close friends, but not an extensive network. Emmet, Oscar, and Miriam are your closest friends.
Speaking of Miriam, the other day, Poppa overheard an interesting conversation. Henrika was visiting and she brought up the topic of marriage; specifically, who would marry whom. Since Jonas was going to marry Miriam, that only left Gill for her to marry. She seemed fine with that. Gill, I'm not sure you cared.
Lately, I've been trying to get you both to eat dinner with us; usually you eat something different than what Poppa and I eat for dinner. In an attempt to "market" our food to you, we had Batman Beef Monday night, with a side of Robin Hood Rice and Green Lantern Green Beans. The Robin Hood Rice was a huge hit. (It was Spanish Rice.) Last night was Spiderman Spaghetti. Gill, you pronounce it as "pasghetti." And you still say "aminal" instead of "animal." Oh, and you pronounce Netflix as Neckflix. But that's okay; since Jonas learned to read, he calls Hulu, Huh La.
Both of you love the song "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons. We played it about 6 times this morning. I learned the chord progression on the piano and we sometimes sing it at home in the dining room.
This past weekend, you visited the Klumbs' farm in Harrisonville. You found an old skull and promptly mined the teeth from it. You came home with these giant molars. Jonas, you deduced that the animal was an herbivore because the teeth were flat. And you noticed a cavity in the tooth. I was totally grossed out and made you soak it in alcohol.
Gotta get to work. Love you both.
Mom
