Sophy Claire

Girl. Girl. Girl. Sophy is 195% girl. She is so dainty and prissy. She can't stand to have chipped nail polish, loves shoes and clothes, and dreams of being a glittery mermaid with diamonds in her hair. All of these girlie persuasions make it a little hard to visualize her, then, asking her brothers, "Hey. Wanna go fight?" She loves nothing more than a good tussle. She usually imparts as much pain as she receives. She has learned; however, that squealing in pain (even if it's a fake squeal) usually causes a momentary window in which she can get a better foot hold, hand hold, hair hold, etc.
Kindergarten is calling. As of August, all 3 kiddos will be in school. Sophy in kindergarten, Sam in first grade, and Jackson in third. I'm scared. Mostly because I know what Sophy is capable of. We had actually considered skipping kindergarten with her, but socially we do not feel she is up to the challenge. Academically, she is reading on about a second grade level, she is adding/subtracting, spelling, doing her brother's homework on request, etc. It's because of the latter that we've had to intervene on several occassions. I've caught most things that she has completed, but some things still get by me. At least we know she can do the work, right?
She is constantly leaving me notes on the fridge that say I LOVE YOU MOMMY or I LIKE PRESENTS or ITS MY BURTHDAY. Hehe. Lately she's been telling me that we're "sisters." Fine with me! As long as she doesn't ask me "wanna fight?"