I know that Anna has a witty sense of humor, she laughs at life. She loves babies and takes very good care of any of the ones she happens to get her hands on for the moment. And she outran me by a good thirty feet when we discovered that we didn't have keys to get in our apartment and we needed to stop Dad's car before he drove past the guardhouse.
MaryGrace is kinder and more thoughtful than the other six siblings combined, no exaggeration. She's the baker in the family, and she's hardworking at whatever task she's given. One evening she drank too much caffeinated tea, and stayed up the entire night doing her AWANA homework and making scones and no-bake cookies. I don't know about you, but if I couldn't sleep, I would have watched movies or done something useless like that.
Sarah is far friendlier than she was a few years ago. Several of my friends here have commented, "When she was a baby, she wouldn't even look at me. Now she wants to talk to me all the time!" She's very like me in her love for words. She's growing up in a family of significantly older siblings, and that's probably partially why she tends to act older than her 6 years the majority of the time. When she cut her chin on a tile floor a couple weeks ago and needed to go to the emergency room, she didn't even cry. She reads, and writes--one day a few weeks ago, she declared Sarah Day, and wrote us up a detailed activity schedule, including a picnic, a tea party, a trip to the library, scheduled times for playing board games and card games, and a 10 p.m. bedtime. What choice had we but to obey such a schedule?