A Star in the Making
“Pull Quotes” of a 4 Year Old: Weeks 21-22

Our daughter officially made her stage debut this weekend in her first ever dance recital. As expected, mommy and daddy—both former stage hams, and dancers to boot—had some leaky 😭faucets from the face (mommy more).
We joked before she was born about how she might course-correct with our genes and end up really good at accounting. But no such luck, she took to the stage and shined like the brightest star up there. She did so great (and I don’t just mean that in the doting-parent-who-loves-everything-their-kid-does way, but a little bit that way too) and most importantly, she had a blast doing it.
“Pull Quotes” from then:
😀 A Personality (Weeks 1-2) | 😱 A Flair for the Dramatic (3-4) 👹 An Active Imagination (5-6) | 🙋🏻 A Growing Independence (7-8) 🏡 A Happy Homelife (9-10) | 💝 A Sweet Heart (11-12) 👀 Her Mother’s Eyes (13-14) | 🚀A Sense of Adventure (15-16) 💃 A Kick in Her Step (17-18) | 🎤 A Song on Her Lips (19-20)
And “Pull Quotes” from now:
Monday, May 21
Daughter: How do you spell hand? Mommy: H-a-n-d. Daughter: Can you tell me again, but slower? Mommy: H…a…n…d…
Tuesday, May 22
Mommy: Daddy’s very good at building. Daughter: And you’re not!
Wednesday, May 23
(singing to the tune of Camila Cabello’s “Havana”) “He took me back to H-O-Q-S-T-S-n-o-q… H-O-N-O-Q-S-T. He took me back to…”
Thursday, May 24
“Do you want me to do it to you? Then don’t do it to me!”
Friday, May 25
Daddy: (singing) He lives on a pineapple under the sea… Daughter: SpongeBob Squares pants.
Saturday, May 26
Daughter: This is you brain. Daddy: My brain is in there? Daughter: Yeah your brain is in there and not on your eyebrows.
Sunday, May 27
“I want to pause this because I want to give you a hug.”

Monday, May 28
“Are you going to throw up?”
Tuesday, May 29
Daddy: Got it. Daughter: Or should I say caught it!
Wednesday, May 30
(waking mommy, to daddy) “You stay here.”
Thursday, May 31
Daughter: Knock knock. Mommy: Who’s there. Daughter: Broccoli. Mommy: Broccoli who? Daughter: Broccoli doesn’t have a name, silly.
Friday, June 1
“It’s not the end of the world.”
Saturday, June 2
“Which one do you want me to do forst (first)?”
Sunday, June 3
Daughter: Maybe they still dinking. Daddy: Digging? Daughter: No dinking. Daddy: Oh thinking.
She still may end up going into accounting. Mommy and I would love her just as much — and actually be thankful to have our taxes done for us for free. It’s far too early to tell what she will end up doing, I’m merely hoping we expose her to enough stuff, and provide the opportunity for her to find her own way.
Not that mommy is not gently nudging her towards science for maybe a career at NASA. Nor is daddy getting her into sports for the future possibility of season tickets to the New York Yankees. Just saying. We don’t, per se, need anything for you know, bringing her into this world, raising her, feeding her and caring for her and such. We do it out of love, of course. But we get ROI. ;) I kid, she’ll be our star no matter what she does. Or where life takes her.
If you’re happy and you know it, and you really wanna show it… 👏🏽
Editor’s post-script: Read the next in this series below:A Swirl in Her Hair