My baby, my little argumentitve, stubborn, blondie,  my love,  has turned five years old.   What, I ask do I do with a five year old?  I had a hard time with the four year old version of my daughter.  Not that there weren't some of the best games of who loves who more during this time.  I cherish this girl....  She is just so damned smart, and persistant.

I long for simple yes or no answers.   Not the constant barage of ways around my saying NO. (insert first line of defense from the now 5 year old) NO. (next try) NO.(and yet ANOTHER go at it)  NO!    I pissed at this point of the battle!  I am at a loss of willpower, and I often raise my voice, cuz I am fucking frustrated!  So,  either I give in, or she throws a fit.   Good times, yo!

Anyway....at five, my daughter loves to ride her bike up and down the sidewalk with the neighbor kids.  She loves swimming, she loves being in the water.  She loves drawing and coloring, and is delighted when she can sound out letters to read a word.  I am delighted with that also!   She loves skirts, and dresses.  She wont let me cut her hair, her blond curls hang down in her eyes.   She loves, loves, loves her dog.      And, she loves me.  One hundred million times to the moon and back.

Thank God.  Thank God for that little girl and her love for me.