Here she is on her first day of school. She insisted on tucking in her shirt, despite my objections. I once had the same disagreement with my Mom when I was a kindergartener, but I was wearing a trapeze top. I looked down at myself while waiting for the bus and realized my mom was right. So I untucked it. Gracious as always, my mom didn't say anything when I got home.
Rosalie took maybe a week to learn how to cruise on her run-bike. (It's not an official run-bike (those are spendy) we just took the pedals off a bike that was too short for training wheels. It's awesome! They learn how to balance and steer without falling over. When Meredith moved from the run-bike to a regular bike it took her two minutes to add pedaling.)
For the first time Rosie had her own vehicle when we went on a family bike ride. I warned her of an approaching car and she zipped right over to the shoulder. I told her how much I appreciated her quickly following my directions. She said, "Will you appreciate me . . . BEATING YOU?!" And she zoomed ahead.
She's at that age where everything she draws and writes is unique and usually funny. She made a list of things she wants for her next birthday, including "CRAP, CAC, WePCRem, and SDRoBeRee" (Crepes, Cake, Whipped Cream, and Strawberries.)