She can swish and spit with fluoride without swallowing it.
She can count to 30 (combining 13, 14, 15, 16 into 14, 14, 16).
She can spell her name.
She knows all her colors and shapes.
There are way fewer tears in her days.
She got to attend Vacation Bible School, dance camp, and story hour this summer...and loved them all.
She can usually get dressed and undressed by herself.
She only sleeps at naptime about half the time now.
She tries to use critical thinking skills to reason out why things are the way they are. It's pretty amusing and often far off base, but I love that she's trying to understand things.
She can color in the lines.
She can snip with scissors.
Her drawings are beginning to actually look like things.
She will get to go to pre-school in the fall.
I love this age with the boundless enthusiasm, unabashed love, and sweet innocence. I'm not sad to be leaving behind the endless drama, but it does make me a little sad to know that the rest of what makes this age so magical will slowly leave us too.