Eventually, Tyrel kicked Erin’s psychological tricycle in the ditch when he informed her the package was addressed to Amy Robinson and not Erin Robinson. That little curve ball left Erin speechless, but only for a split second. I confessed to Amy and I was tempted to hide this box and wrap a very small decoy box to give to Erin. I had second thoughts when I realized this would be very, very cruel. Erin’s big day finally came. It began like most days at our house - Amy’s alarm goes off, and off, and off for an hour or more before she finally shuts it off and gets up. Next, Erin shows up in our room shortly after 6:00 AM already fully dressed. Now is where this day was different. Instead of going to the kitchen and getting into food she shouldn’t be in to (e.g. pudding, cookies, the sugar bowl, etc), she was instantly working Amy like a rented mule to hurry and get ready so she could open her presents. When Amy was ready and Tyrel was able to fight the mattress monster off his back, we all met to watch Erin in an unwrapping fury. This ended soon enough and we all knew round 2 would start after work. Family came over in the evening for cake and ice cream and this unwrapping frenzy continued, this time with an added element of “tired Erin who did not get a nap.” We were all exhausted just watching her.
Looking back over the past 5 years I realize we enjoy Erin for her uniqueness. In fact, it is best explained by saying she is in many ways the opposite of Tyrel. I have learned that to enjoy one of our children you must also have experienced the other- otherwise, you only get half the experience with nothing to compare the other with. No doubt, one child makes Amy and I appreciate the other.
Each day Erin’s daytime activities defer to what is best described as combat sleeping. She is never under the bedding and she uses her entire bed when she sleeps. This girl twists, turns, and falls offer her bed each night. We discovered that the fire alarm going off over her head doesn’t even cause her to stir (oh how I long for that kind of sleep).
This year Erin played her first organized sport. Before her first soccer game, Tyrel told her to be mean when she was playing. This brotherly advice was unwarranted as Erin came out of the package more aggressive. She typically scores more goals than all other players (her team and the opposing team) combined. She is blessed with speed.
Amy and I have already started praying for whoever her kindergarten teacher will be next year. In her own words, she is “very smart” (I will add she is humble too, just ask her). I was informed by Amy that Erin counted to 100 the other day- without help. We opted to not send her to pre-school after we realized she already knows the alphabet and can also write each letter. Finally, colors came naturally to her as she spends a great deal of time coloring and painting.
Truly, we enjoy Erin’s imagination, her “in your face” personality, and her candor. We are blessed to have her. Happy 5th, we recognize the best is yet to come.
2 comments:
Erin, Happy birthday! We can't wait to see you and your family in a week. The boys are so excited to go to Cedar and Blake wants to drink fry sauce from Brads maybe you can come with us. See you soon we are so excited!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERIN!
5 years old. Can't believe it!
Hope it was a good one.
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