The new school year started and you approached it fashion-first.
You laid out your navy dress and shawl days (weeks?) before school started, a symbol of your excitement for seeing your classmates again. Mom helped you do your hair in a side-part with a clip. You dressed the part of a third grader.
Of course, we didn’t let go of summer quickly. The weather remained warm, and we spent the first weekend of the school year at the island cabin. The pool is still open and so is the fishing. This has been my second “real” summer of fishing, and we pulled a couple long days on the boat trolling and looking for salmon. You and Matteo do a good job keeping yourselves entertained with activies like creating spider webs across the boat with dock line. Although you don’t want to reel a fish yourself yet, you’re curious and excited when we land one on the boat. We’ve had a historic Coho run this year, so we’ve been enjoying a lot of action on the rods.
Proving more difficult than pulling in a fish has been pulling a couple of your front teeth. I’ve written in previous months and years your tooth trials, and these baby teeth are setting records for being loose without being pulled. Your new teeth are almost completely in behind them, giving your lovely smile a shark quality of teeth rows. Of course, your Mom and I are completely delinquent here for not forcing more progress or getting you to a dentist in a timely matter to pull them. We’ve consistently encouraged more tooth wiggling, but you’re protecting them at all costs. This saga will come to an end in a couple short weeks when you do go to the dentist.
That’s the only thing I can complain about. I am constantly reminded about what a kind, polite person you are. You can make a craft out of anything in front of you. When Amazon boxes arrive (too often), you see future doll houses and cat houses. When we pick up flat rocks on the beach, you see art canvases for paint markers. You are a good friend and create bracelets for your besties. You get ready for your dance classes in the afternoon without a fuss. When the day winds down you can read for hours without interruption. There’s no protest when we finally ask you to turn out the lights because you’re staying up later than we are.
On that note, it’s time for me to wind down this school night. We’re all still getting used to the sleep schedule.
Love, Dad