This is her passport, she tells me. It's been stamped with a hello kitty stamp, so it's totally legit.
On Boxing Day, we were invited to some friends' for a lovely little gathering of kids from all nationalities, some Christmas celebrating, some not. There was a birthday cake, because duh. It is a real privilege to have friends with whom to share and exchange our traditions and customs.
Four years old. Christmas morning. This is the height of magic and wonder.
On Christmas eve, in this hotel anyway, we watch a children's choir perform Christmas carols. Stella inevitably tries to get herself a spot in the performance, edging her way onto the stage. This year, Hugo was busy trying to do the same. But, let's be honest, he was more interested in climbing the stairs than singing the songs.
She's playing doctor tea party. Obviously.
She helped me wrap presents a few days before Christmas.
Stella got in her first real fight with Hugo. She was playing with a toy, he wanted it, she didn't want to share, he grabbed it. Hugo is quite persistent and incredibly assertive when it comes to snatching, so different from his sister at the same age. They fought for a while, both of them looking terribly hurt and betrayed. I'm quite sure this is the first of many such fights, but so far, this incident hasn't seemed to have impacted their relationship.
We did a pre-Christmas present exchange at playgroup today. She ended up with her own present, which she helped me wrap. But she wasn't bothered. She was just glad to have a pretty parcel to unwrap.
Waiting for a taxi, she's glued to her papi's side, like usual.
Hugo ended up back in the hospital with a breathing problem. Stella was pretty nervous and unsettled about this. She's scared of doctors and sickness and hospitals and needles. So when I was finally able to take her brother home, she was so very glad.