This year in 1st grade Lily learned many things. One of the things that her class did was write a paper every Monday morning describing the events of their weekend.
The focus was not on spelling, but on getting them excited to write.
Lily wrote this story in late September of last year.
Here's the translation. "This weekend I had a bump on my butt. My mom had to squeeze my butt. Out came pus. I cried a lot and a lot and a lot."
Lily had a very bad abscess. It required, well, draining. Notice the green in the picture? It's pus. I am so proud.
Lily has never been afraid to express herself.
This is the first real note she ever wrote to me.
Translation: "Dear Mom, You're awful. I hate you."
I love that one. She was so mad when she wrote it, just saying the words weren't enough. Luckily, I am not easily wounded.
This one starts out well. "This weekend I slept late. My mom woke me up. Bradley came over. We talked and played and then..."
Here's where it all starts to go downhill. "My sister and I rode bikes. We went to the park. I rode and got out of control and I crashed into the fence. I got stitches. I had the worst weekend ever!"
Such a flair for describing drama.
Here's one without tragedy.
"What Would You Do With a Pot of Gold?"
"I will get a TV. I would buy 9 teddy bears and 10 cupcakes and 100 pugs and chew toys."
Thank god she thought to include the chew toys. Such a practical girl.
She just thrills me pretty much with every breath she takes. She is a weird kid, but she is very much my weird kid.