My Hannah Girl

Friday, April 4, 2014

The greatest poem ever known
Is one all poets have outgrown:
The poetry, innate, untold,
Of being only four years old.

~Christopher Morley, To a Child

I love this picture of little Miss Blue Eyes and her crazy eyelashes. Although the best part about this picture is, undoubtedly, the pizza sauce on the corner of her mouth. 

Earlier this year, right after she turned four, she really started testing her limits with us. We began to wonder if there was such a thing as "the terrible fours" because her attitude and obstinance was definitely giving us a run for our money. We really missed our sweet Hannah-girl.  

However, over the last few weeks, we really seemed to have turned a corner with her. She seems to have matured so suddenly. She has chores now--that she chose for herself! She unloads the bottom level of the dishwasher and waters our strawberry plants. Every morning and afternoon when I ask her if she wants to come unload the dishwasher, she says, "yes, great! I'd love to!" Music to this Mama's ears. 

Her dinner eating habits have improved tremendously too. She now eats (or at least tries) whatever Matthew and I have for dinner. On a side note, I'm really anti-making multiple dinners, or a separate dinner for the kids, but let's be real, sometimes Abby is just not going to eat the leek risotto, or whatever I've made for the night. 

When Hannah is a little unsure about what's on her dinner plate, I'll ask her to give it a try. And you know what she says, "Mama, I'd love to try it." And she does! She blew me away the first time she said that, it was not prompted at all. 

About a year ago, I purchased the first set of the Catholic Children's Treasure Box books. They're really cute and were published in the 1950's, so you know the doctrine is sound. If you don't yet have these books, I would definitely recommend them. Each book starts with a little story about the childhood of St. Therese and how even as a little girl, she worked hard to be a saint. She would offer up her daily activities and sufferings as little gifts for God. 

Anyways, last week I asked Hannah why she was so eager to help out and do chores (not that I was complaining, just curious). She responded, "because I'm giving little gifts to God." From the mouths of babes. 

Don't get me wrong, she can still  be a pistol at times, sneaking treats, refusing to share with Abby, not cleaning up after herself. All normal little kid stuff. She snuck a treat the other day and I asked her if she had eaten a cookie. (There were crumbs all over her mouth.) She lied and said no. I told her about Pinocchio and that her nose would grow if she lied. When I asked her again if she had eaten a cookie, she said she had. Then she kinda panicked because she didn't want her nose to grow. "Mama, I really don't want my nose to grow." 

I reassured her it would not and then admitted the story wasn't true. When I thought about, how messed up is the story of Pinocchio? It is scary. Telling children their nose will grow if they lie? Basically lying to show that lying is wrong. What the heck? 

Overall though, I'm loving this four-year-old Hannah. She keeps remarking that after four, she will be five, then six, then seven, then eight. And I tell her to stop because I don't want her to grow up too fast. I want her to stay four for a little while longer. 

1 comment:

  1. Aw she is getting so old! And so mature what the heck! I love that she calls you mama. Hurry up and make the move to CA!! She's gonna be such a good big cousin :)


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