This is her third day of school, she started at the beginning of term.
She only wears dresses except one pair of jeans which have purple sequins.
For her fifth birthday she got fabric markers and a white t-shirt. She drew a beautiful rainbow and then a sun. Then out of the sun came lots of black dashes which covered the picture and she said were IV. The bad stuff that comes out of the sun.
We tried to tell her it was called UV but she yelled at us.
She only lets Joe read to her at bed time. Sometimes I beg to and she says tomorrow, or next Thursday but when that night comes she says no.
She will cuddle me during the day and say Mummy is best and Jojo is poopoo.
She says, I can't hug you, you're too nice.
She says Mama is a poo poo.
She says you are the worst mother in the whole world. Maggie says calmly, no she's not.
The other day she was cross about something and yelling (she is often yelling these days) and she threatened to kill me. She was yelling but I said Lexy, we don't threaten to kill people. She yelled back, I WASN'T THREATENING YOU. I REALLY AM GOING TO KILL YOU. I PROMISE.
If she is at a gathering or party with us with no-one for her to play with, she invariably seems to end up with a crowd of adults around her that she will spend as long as possible directing them and telling them what they need to be doing. In these moments she appears very happy.
Sometimes when she is sad or upset or excited she does deep breathing holding her hand to her chest to calm herself.
Sometimes she will go into her room and close the door for quiet time.
She used to say "How about I make the rules?".
She still says "No, No. No. Never, never never."
From a little baby she has given us big hugs round our necks.
She asks why do numbers go on forever?
Three days after her birthday party she started planning her next one. depending on her mood she tells us that we can or can't come to her party.
She and I have a garden out the front of our house full of flowers. She likes to water it.
At preschool she liked looking after the little children.
She is usually very kind.
She sometimes punches us and pulls us though no-one in the family punches anyone else, and we get very stern with her with her when she does it. She seems to know how to curl her hand into a fist and pull a terrifying face. We haven't heard she does it anywhere else.
She helped plant the hedge three weeks after we moved in.
She talks a lot.
She says to our new kitten Tuesday, Good boy. Nooooo Tuesday. Naughty!
She laughs a lot. She and her sister both a laugh a lot and more and more make each other laugh coiling around each other in circles of ludicrosity and invention.
She is very interested in space.
She wants to go to ballet lessons, but I have found a no exams, no uniform mixed dance class, that I am hoping will do. It will do ballet among other things.
I suggested she might like to go to drama lessons as she is constantly putting on shows. And she said no. And I don't like drama. And then what is drama and when I explained that was she was doing just that moment, putting on a circus show, doing the MCing and introducing the amazing Rosa ballerina, and then being Rosa ballerina, was in fact drama she was surprised and a few days later said Yes. I do want to do drama. It would be fun.
She likes the Barbie tooth cleaning game.
She wants to be a maid.
I say would you like to start by wiping the table. And she says I told you not until I am thirteen.
She wants to be a ballerina and a rock star.
I say would you like singing lessons and she says I already know how to sing.
She asks, what is a rock star?
She likes to cook.
She likes to check the mailbox. Which is good because it is on the wrong side of our house and we somehow don't manage to get there very often and she collects the two near identical community newspapers and the bills.
For a while she adopted an astounded expression which involved her arms stretched wide, her palms upwards, her jaw dropped and her mouth and eyes open wide. How could you say that she'd say. She stopped doing it months ago, but it made the rest of us laugh so hard, Joe and Maggie and I, we do it to each other.
She makes friends easily. So easily she will go up to strange adults and ask their name and intoruduce herself.
She can make very good paper aeroplanes that fly better than any I made during my entire childhood. She remembered the instructions from pre-school and showed us all.
I show her things I hope will excite her, and she is obliging and says WOW. It seems she loves to be astonished.