February 27, 2010 by blue milk
Lauca is a month off turning five. Four has been a big year. Reading and writing*, swimming and horse riding.. and now, riding a bicycle without her training wheels. “Did you know I was this good?” There is no such thing as humble when you are four years old.
* A card to her cat:
Diu Pikso
I wet tow the bridge
Lauca
Dear Pixel
I went to the bridge
Lauca
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That’s such a great photo! I love the smile.
Great letter too. I love the spelling of young children as they learn to read and write – it’s such an insight into how their minds are processing all that language. Also, I think both Pikso and Pixel are very good names for a cat.