Baby sisters

I will sar my Babsisder Beekas sidrs rr fan!

Something that makes me feel good about myself is...

Geting all smiyalys [smileys] on my sheet I love geting all smilys on my pees of paper. Because then I get a stickr on my smiyaly sheet. I evin like my mom

I get in trouble when I...

dot cleen up my room beecus it is not fun and I owas haf to cleen it up and I dot like it not one litol bit and cleenen is not fun

Hanah

Whnt wrily whrily miss her to paris

I houp she cums back I wont to play whith her at my hows

I love Hanah

Dream

I am dreaming about my cat and my mom and my dog and me we are haven a piknik

It is fun we are haven a vare vare fun time at are piknik taye are having chicin.

Hiaween

I love hiaween Beekas hiaween is fan and I kan sar my ba be sis drr!

Handing off the batton

Tessa is coming to the end of first grade. She can now read and she's passionate about writing. She is able to express in words (though she writes in her own hybrid of phonics & English I call Englonics) what she does not say verbally. Seldom do you see her without pen and paper.

A few weeks ago I got an iPad. Tessa has taken it over. I showed her nothing about the device. She instinctively knew how to use it. Games. Netflix. Drawing. Writing. Jumping from one app to the next, effortlessly. A natural teckno.

So it is time to hand over this neglected blog to the once toddler who inspired it. I'll leave it to her own creativity without hovering...editing...censoring.

- Tessa's Mamma

Typical School Day

Mamma walks into school with Tessa & Timmy. They share the same kindergarden class.

Timmy: "Look at my sweatshirt. Its so big."

Tessa: Takes off her jacket to hang it up. "Look at my white shirt!"

Timmy: Hangs up his coat." Look at my sweater. Its really nice."

Tessa: Continues to talk to another classmate about her white shirt.

Timmy: Waves his Transformers backpack back and forth, "Look his gun moves when I do this."

Tessa: Leans towards Timmy pointing to her headband, "I got a NEW headband and it's PINK!"

Timmy: Who's cubby is closest to the classroom notices, "HEY. We got a NEW teacher!"

Tessa and Timmy race into the classroom...up to the desk where the substitute is sitting.

Tessa: "My name is Tessa Marie York."

Timmy: "Tessa's name starts with T...just like MY name."

Liar Liar

Mamma is getting dressed for work. Tessa is floating around mamma's room. "Mamma I'm not going to lie any more. Lieing is a sin!"

"Oh?" Mamma asks as she stands in front of the mirror putting on makeup.

"What's that?"

"Mascara."

"What's it for?"

"So people think I have eye lashes."

Shocked, Tessa inhales dramatically.

Mamma puts down the mascara brush and looks at Tessa.

"YOU'RE A LIAR!?" she exclaims in accusing disbelief. You're fooling people. THAT'S A LIE!"

Tenth Day of Kindergarden

Tessa sent home early from school. [sigh]
It's going to be loooong K-12.