Dear William

 Dear William,

You are getting so big. You love the friends you've made in Kindergarten. You are such a chatter box. I love that you have friends. And while the letters and sounds and writing has come slower to you, the numbers-you know those. Have no problem with numbers. It is so funny when you start asking me math questions that you are making up and have no idea what you are actually asking. For a while there you were stuck on what is 47+62. 

You still love cars. But lately you and your sisters have been going at it. You have never been great at sharing. Like it's always been a really hard thing for you. So now when you and Sydney and Lizzy are going at it, if they try to walk past your room, or you think they are going to go into your room you freak out. Yell, cry, and physically go after them. I can't begin to tell you the number of times you and Sydney have gotten in a physical fight. Too many times. 

I remember one time only a few months ago, maybe shortly after Christmas, you got really bad and super mad. And so Dad and I decided that you needed to share, and since you physically wouldn't we would remove you and give your sisters a chance to see all your new things. After all, you practically demand that they share with you, and when you are playing in their room you play with their toys, but the second it even looked like they wanted a turn with some of yours-it got so bad that Dad and I had to physically restrain you from going and attacking your sisters and try to talk you down off the ledge. It was probably no longer than 7 or 8 minutes, or maybe less-I wasn't paying attention to the clock when I was trying to prevent war. At this point I have no idea how to go about teaching you to share. So anyway, my point in sharing this story is that you are HORRIBLE at sharing, unless it's with friends-but only boys. 

For the beginning half of the school year, starting at the end of September-you would go to Great Grandma and Great Grandpa Harvey's house where Great Grandma would tutor you. It really helped you learn the letters and the sounds. We stopped when Christmas break started, but haven't gone back since because our family has been sick on and off and Great Grandma and Great Grandpa were getting ready for Hawaii and we didn't want to pass on any germs that make them might forgo the trip. Anyway, Great Grandma always sent you home with a baggie filled with candy after a lesson. You loved that and then would proudly give your sisters one or two pieces while you ate the rest. 

This summer you learned how to ride a two-wheeler, and got quite courageous with it. To the point where you were standing on the bicycle seat while it was going down our street (which is slightly sloped). Little dare-devil. The bike you ride, we initially got as a hand-me-down for Lizzy, and you absolutely refuse to even let her try and ride it. But somehow it fits you perfectly. 

 You are so adventurous. First to try something (as long as it has nothing to do with food).  You love to be outside. You love animals. Uki and Amber and Rocket get so much love and attention from you. I know they all get annoyed with it at times, but they always come back to you. You love playing in the water. You have developed not much fear while we are swimming. We discovered nose plug and googles for the swimming pool during this summer and ever since then you have enjoyed diving under the water with no life jacket. It scares me when you go into way to deep of water while my back is turned. I love that you want to try these things though. You love playing in the dirt. Making mud. I love this about you. How much you love being outside. 

Daddy and I love you very much. Somehow, even though you are now 6, you still love to snuggle at night. Every night (Ok most every night) you have to snuggle Dad and I in our bed to fall asleep. Unless you are so tired you just crash. I love that you still want snuggles. 

All you kids have started getting into baking. You have a recipe book that you love to make things from. And you have really wanted to start cutting things. Argue about it with your sisters when I am setting up tasks. And you are getting very confident, but I still tell you no sharp knives. Each of your sisters started with the kid friendly "sharp" knife before I became comfortable with them using real sharp knives.  

You lost your first tooth. And you cried. Cried, hysterically. There was a little blood and that set you off. I think you were shocked more than anything. But it was really funny for me to watch. Eventually you calmed down and we got your tooth into a baggie and everything was ok again. 

You used to never put up a fight or scream when you got scraped up and there was blood, but now every time there is a little scrape and blood you scream and cry. It was quite the transformation.

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