six

Yes, last Saturday, the little pink thing turned six and did so with all the excitement that she could muster.

We had a bowling party for her the weekend before, because we live in Fort McMurray and that means that the bowling alley isn’t always open and you have to take your chance when you can. She was very happy with the way it went, having had some 6 or so of her friends join her for the occasion, not to mention that she came home with a bunch of goodies. This included a pretty little dress that I think was worn for the next 3 days straight!

Caroline had bought a pink wallet for her that came with some makeup (I think it had been spotted whilst shopping with Emily) and the little tike was so excited to be getting it that she must have shown every visitor to the house what she was getting for the three days leading up to her actual birthday.

On the day, she was more than happy to unwrap it and quite surprised when we pulled out other presents as well! Bless her heart.

And what can one say about Emily at 6. She’s bursting with confidence, well most of the time. She sings her way around the house and flutters between wanting the whole world to hear her and shyly denying that anyone should hear her. A classic example was during our trip to Jamaica when she stood and sang in front of a large crowd of strangers as confident as you like and then fled quickly back out of the spotlight the instant she was finished.

She’s quite an accomplished skier for six and starting to want to tackle the jumps and things that she finds down the hill, though it doesn’t take a lot to dent that confidence if she has a little tumble. She’s been doing gymnastics and can often be found dancing her way around the house in some sort of odd self-taught-ballet/gymnastics fusion, singing the entire time.

She is affectionate and loving, very much Daddy’s little girl (who knew I was flexible enough to fit around such a tiny finger!) though she does of course have the ability to infuriate everyone around her when things aren’t quite going her way (which isn’t too often). She is fiercely independent when it suits her, but quite unafraid to manipulate us to her own ends, regularly getting one of her big brothers to do some small thing for her. I think they themselves would be quite surprised to find out just how often it happens, despite the number of times that they say no to her requests.

Oh and you may notice when we come to visit that she has just the slightest hint of a Canadian accent … just ask her to sing the “I like Christmas Morning” song.

I’d have to vote her family member most likely to end up on a reality TV show.