Showing me her bruised upper lip (caused by her, literally running straight into the fridge)
Diva is very expressive. I blame her eyebrows. She's had those curious little caterpillars wiggling and squirming on her forehead since the day she was born. Whereas Munchkin's are non-existent.
Diva's expressions are part of her intense and fiery personality. When describing her to other people whom have never interacted with her I use my sister Cindy's (ironically whose nickname is Cindiva) words, "She wears her heart on her sleeve but all of her emotions are multiplied by TEN."
I've done my fair share of expression, mostly about my exasperation toward Diva but there are sooo many things about her that I should be sharing and really kinda haven't. And I thought about apologizing in advance as the next few things I say will sound a lot like bragging but then I realized it's my blog and I can say whatever the heck I want. So there.
Diva is an artist. She can draw, paint, sculpt, glue, color and magnadoodle from sun up 'til sun down. And she's good. Her stick figures are evolving into fuller-figured masterpieces equipped with hair, clothes and accessories.
She loves, loves her little sister. She holds her hand when we cross the street. She retrieves her when I'm lazily standing in the doorway calling Munchkin's name to get back in the dangfreakin house! Most of the time she is fabulous about sharing her toys, even her coveted Barbies.
She has the articulation and vocabulary of a preteen. Sometimes I look at her and think, "Are you seriously only FOUR?"
Her imagination is a faux world of craziness, obscurity, extreme girliness, love, giddiness, excitement and more often than not-morbidness. For example, while relaxing in the spa a few weeks ago she very matter-of-factly stated, "Mommy I'm going to go under the water and my lips aren't even going to bleed." Also, several months ago she told my sister a long, drawn-out story about how she (Diva) scraped her ankle on the trampoline and there was blood everywhere and she was crying and bleeding and the whole nine yards. Yeah, that never happened.
And lastly, Diva's athleticism becomes more and more apparent with each passing year. We never put her in swim lessons and although we gave her some tips on how to control her body in the water, most of her ability is innate. She's been swimming on her own since last summer but her confidence has grown immensely. She runs and jumps into the deep end, swims over to the shallow, twists, treads, turns, floats and just recently she surprised me when she demonstrated swimming on her back. The "I love you" hand sign in the collage below is her in the deep end (which was completely her idea to pose like that.) She starts soccer in a couple weeks and I'm excited to see her experience a new outlet for all that energy!