Can you believe that just five and a half years ago my little Janie looked like this? Looking at her baby pictures is, to quote Mia Michaels “Pure Murder-ation”. It’s killing me. (To be honest, I’m not really sure if that is what Mia Michaels meant when she said that. I don’t really know what she is talking about half the time.)
Jane is a funny little girl. She can be very shy, but is also the biggest goofball around. I used to think that Lizzy was my Mini-Me, but this year I have decided that it’s Jane. Kind of uncomfortable in new situations, but a complete spaz when we get acclimated. The over-exuberance at mundane things… If Jane sees that I bought avocados she starts cackling and panting and rubbing her hands together while bugging her eyes out. Which is the exact same way I respond to Ben & Jerry’s or turquoise home furnishings.
She is very sensitive and has a strong stubborn streak.
After years of being picked on by The Boy, Jane is finally starting to fight back. When he will come to tattle on her for kicking him or giving him a Wet Willie, I have learned to ask, “And what did you do to her first?” And he will gulp, and stall, and refuse to make eye contact. And I mentally high five Jane for taking him down. He usually had it coming.