Five years and I just can't even with that. Five is pretty huge to me. And yet there she is.
Summing up Letteria reminds me of when the nuns in Sound of Music attempt to describe Maria. How can you catch a cloud and pin it down? Yes, that. She is strong-willed (oh is she ever). Yet she is shy and self-conscious. She is intelligent, remembering all sorts of details and hundreds of song lyrics. Yet she doesn't recognize letters or numbers (at least doesn't let on that she recognizes them). She sometimes has these candid moments of sweetness that seem to come juuuust when I've about had it up to here.
Days with her start bright and
early, with her playing on her iPad on her bed most likely before 7. She
wishes breakfast didn't exist, but will settle with a yogurt or any
fruit that we may have. She never stops talking. Literally never. She
can be hard to understand because her mouth is running at a mile a
minute and her f's come out like s. Olas for example. She will spend her
time arguing with David, smothering Dominic, or questioning me
repeatedly about her outfit for the day and the day's plan of events.
She prefers skirts and dresses to any other attire. 
She
would choose pasta as her dish of choice any given day. And loves
sausage. Ha! She is a dessert and candy addict. Always being "full" of
her dinner and within two minutes of putting away her plate she queries
can she have a snack?
She
recently acquired rights to play in her room alone, and this makes her
feel enormously grown up. We moved some of her Legos and all of her
barbies up there and she has been taking it all very seriously. She even
cleans up! While that lasts.
She
makes her bed every morning and clears her place at the table at every
meal. She usually responds to my asking for help with "of course!" Which is kind of random seeing as cleaning up toys starts a miniature WWIII. She's a flibberty gibbit, that one.
Letty at four years. Three years. Birth story.
