5 Year-Old-Haley; An End of An Era

Haley is now 5. And our life is about to forever change as she enters the "school age years". Newborn, toddler, pre-schooler, no more---school age child.

How could I possibly summarize the last year in a few moments.--This last year went by fast. And as far as Haley is concerned, one of my favorite years. She is smart and funny. Full of energy. She makes me proud.

She is a great big sister. She and Owen play well together. They have their moments, but when it comes down to it--Owen is one of her best buds.

Here are a few highlights about Haley at this milestone:

She loves mac and cheese--it was her dinner of choice this evening
She makes up her own song lyrics, and it is pretty hilarious.
She has started telling jokes. Some are funny. Most are not.
She loves her daddy, but also loves doing girlie things with mom.
She LOVES clothes. And shoes....and fighting about clothes and shoes.
She hates having her hair brushed.
She makes her own bed, hangs up her own clothes, keeps her room relatively clean, and brushes her own teeth. Hello independent.
She went to Kindergarten Round Up. A whole bunch of mixed emotions for mom and dad, but she jumped right in and had a good time. She will start full day kindergarten in August.
She continued with AWANAs and enjoy attending our new church home.
She enjoys water sports. Dad lets her right the jetski---aye .

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