During the school holidays (holidays - hah!) my firstborn became a six-year old. This was all very exciting for her and we celebrated with a trip to Carcassonne, a birthday fajita dinner, festivities with the cousins and an obscene amount of cake. She likes to milk her special day and frankly I'm quite happy to eke out excuses to make and eat cake as well.
Matilda at six is equal parts charming, thoughtful young lady and stroppy incipient teenager. Her feelings run high and whether overcome with joy or drowning in sorrow the emotions come flooding out of her. Consequently she can be quite shy and sensitive at times. She adores Nell and Owen is her best friend; as head-minibeast she is protective and bossy in equal measure. What I love most about her are those small moments of kindness and empathy. When I'm rushing around like the Tasmanian devil on speed and she says to me, "It's alright mummy, don't get upset". When she asks Fanf how his day was. When she encourages and congratulates Owen and Nell.
She also has a good healthy streak of crazy.
At six Matilda loves:
Learning to read
Zia and Marco
Oh, and pigging out. No doubting this kid is mine :)