Big Girl

This Thursday was a Very Special Occasion, Felicity's Preschool graduation. The two responses I've gotten from people upon telling them of this Very Special Occasion, or VSO as it shall heretofore be referred, are a bit polarized. Either "OMG THAT'S FANTASTIC WHAT IS SHE GOING TO WEAR?!?" or "her what?". In the days leading up to her VSO whenever I would refer to The Event, she would either give me a blank stare or pointedly remind me that she was not in the mood for Kindergarten today. But I still wanted her to know it was coming so that if there were any histrionics, I would be able to nip it in the bud with a well-timed "I told you so". Because that's what mothers live for.

Felicity has led a bit of a charmed life. Not only does she have golden locks, sea-blue eyes, rose-bud lips, and a fantastic sense of humour, but she has unwittingly chanced upon some very amazing people to help her along the way. First, while she was refusing to exit the womb, was my OBGYN, who according to the nurses (they know everything) was THE BEST ONE. Since then we've had a string of amazing doctors and pastors and friends, and the latest in this parade of wonderful are Miss Kristi and Miss Hazel. This is Kristi:

She is wonderful. She is patient. She is creative. She is everything you wish for in a child's first teacher. And next year, to thank her for all of her amazingness, we are going to reward her with Xander. She can't wait.

This is Nia, Kristi's daughter and Felicity's favourite little buddy. If she could, she would fold Nia into an origami crane, put her in her pocket, and bring her home every day. Then they could bicker at school AND at home, and that is what we call heaven.

This is what Felicity looks like when people are saying wonderful things about her. Confused and wondering when the food's gonna come.

This is Felicity and Tahlea comparing diplomas and talking about their wicked summer plans.

A rare mother/daughter photo. See? She kind of looks like me...please, somebody say she looks like me.

My goodness, I had to threaten everybody with timeouts just so they would take a picture. And I'd like to say Felicity was the worse one, but I would just be covering for the ADULTS.

This is Hazel, Felicity's other amazing teacher. Hazel is calm, thoughtful, and has a fantastic laugh. She, like Kristi, loves these kids as if they were her own. What more could you ask for?

I hope that just because a teacher of Felicity's - who shall remain unnamed - spelled her name wrong doesn't make it official and for the rest of her life people ask her if she's part Japanese. Or we could just send her to Japan where she'd fit right in.