These days Payton seems to be our little angel, each girl takes her turn as angel and devil, so don't think I'm playing favorites. The devil stories are funny to read and write. While the angel times are wonderful and proud moments, but I often forget to write them down. So here's my tribute to the current "good girl".
Payton seems to mostly know right from wrong, and often even chooses the right. She's inquisitive, always coming up with questions that make you go hmmm or give you a good laugh. She makes up songs and dances moving with grace (kind of). It's darling to watch, although sometimes frustrating to hear her constant noise that often has no real message to get across, just noise to amuse herself.
Right now she has a constant quest to write. In the last few weeks or so she's fallen in love with writing. She loves to practice her own name, Parker, Mommy, Daddy, Oliver, Ava, Charly, Grandma. We hope and pray this love of learning will continue into kindergarden next year.
Payton adores music. She's had a girl crush on Taylor Swift for a while, she LOVES to "Rock Out", and can party until the cows come home. Payton has a few songs she's deemed her own, with her own names for them. Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me" is known in our house as "Short Pants" and is also affectionately called our song (Payton and Mommy's), Pink's "Raise Your Glass" is know as "My Rock Out Song". I wish I could think of some of the others, it's too funny to hear her go on about them.
Payton's has had her own revelation recently that she's growing up, she likes watching "grown up" shows. It seems to have started a few weeks ago with I-Carley ( a Disney channel kids drama) with her friend Jordan and when she sat down and watched the movie "Powder" with Daddy. Now she points out to us any time she's tuning into what we've got on the tv, guess it's time to REALLY start paying attention to what's on the boob tube!
We recently lost our cat Oliver, who I've had since I turned 21 years old. Payton loved Oliver dearly, and Jason and I were very concerned about how she would take it. Payton is a very emotional girl, so I was terrified of telling her, probably more so than making the decision to do it. We decided it would be easiest on her to tell her after the fact instead of before hand having her say good-bye and having to explain our "choice" in killing a member of our family. Ugh, I even hate typing it out. So we picked the girls up from school, brought them home and just told them that Oliver had died that day, no need for tons of details for a 2 and 4 year old. She was a trooper, I was so proud. Of course she cried, but I was so thankful that she didn't get mad or blame us, she was just sad for the loss of her friend. Within a few minutes she was okay, and although she's asked some basic questions since then, she's done very well with it. She even helps us out when Parker asks, over and over, "Where's Oliver?" Always the good big sister she pipes up "Remember Parker" Oliver's dead" and goes about her business.
My little angel.
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