April made up for March being somewhat quiet. It's been a really busy month.
Dad was gone for two weeks at the beginning of the month. He was in China again, and missed two weekends with you. He almost missed submitting our taxes on time, but we managed to see our tax dude on the 15th. I tried to keep with my usual schedule, but it's easy for me to stay up much too late when he's not home.
The first week that he was gone was also Corbin's spring break. My cousin Dave and his family were out to visit people here and in San Diego. You got to go to the beach and Cabrillo Aquarium with them, which you all enjoyed very much. Then Grandma and Grandpa took you on a trip for a few days. You went to see the Grand Canyon, Sunset Crater Volcano National Monument, and then the Dinosaur Tracks in Tuba City, AZ, which you thought were great. You even asked the guide if he was a paleontologist. Then you went to see Meteor Crater, which you also liked. Their gift shop had a little stuffed t-rex, which you declared was the baby t-rex who you had to bring home to his mommy. I've already sewed Baby T-Rex up twice. I don't think he was meant for dance parties, really.
While everyone was gone, I painted your bathroom blue. It had been brown, the whole thing, even the ceiling. It was like giving you a bath in a cave. I didn't like it at all. We've been decorating it with a lighthouse theme, do I thought I'd paint it a nice light blue. When you came home, we had this conversation:
You: Is my bathroom blue now?
Me: Yes, isn't it much prettier?
You: I don't like blue. I like brown.
Me: Why don't we paint your room brown? Would you like that?
You: Yes!
Which is great, because right now your room is gray and pink and I would be more than happy to change it.
You got to go back to the dentist this month. This time, you didn't cry at the x-rays, and you did cry when the dentist wanted to examine you. It's always a toss-up about which part you don't like. Dentist says everything's looking fine. Your tooth fragment hasn't moved, and your teeth look good. On the way out, you wanted to ride in the little robot in the waiting room, and when I didn't let you ride it more than one time, you cried and cried. You cried all the way home. You cried when I went back to work. Grandpa told me later that you cried for almost an hour. Next time, I'll send Dad with you.
You got a late birthday present from Grandma and Grandpa Thorne. They had mailed a box the week before our birthdays, but we didn't get it until several weeks later. I'm not sure why the mail service here is so slow, but at least this box didn't go from LA to Texas and back for no reason, like one box from them did. They sent a gift card for me, which I promptly spent on books. They sent you a toy lawn mower that blows bubbles, which you and Corbin think is awesome. You take turns pushing it around while the other one chases the bubbles. It's very funny. They also sent you two new outfits, which you and Grandma liked because they're "girly" clothes.
I think Grandma's afraid that I'll never teach you anything about being a mainstream American girl, and she's probably got a point. You'll have to depend on your aunties for that stuff. I will always be happy to help you connect with the other women in our lives, and they will always be happy to talk to you about girly stuff, or anything else. I, on the other hand, will be the one ironing patches onto t-shirts so that you can have dinosaur shirts that don't come from the boys section.
You got your first hair cut this month, speaking of girly things. I didn't like it at first, because it got too short to be in side pony-tails. But now we just pull the front back into a top pony tail and that works well. When I brush it out at night, you get this little flip at the end. It's cute.
I did manage to be girly and put a dress on for the fundraiser dinner for Corbin's school. Dad even put a tie on. You'd never seen either of us dressed up, so you thought it was all very interesting. You kept telling us how spiffy we looked. It was funny. There are a million awesome things about being a girl; you just have to find the things that you love about it, and not worry about the rest.
Love,
Mom
New outfit:
I made you dinosaur shirts:
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