Starting tomorrow Lydia is “Star of the Week” for her class. (Sidenote: I have no idea why they don’t call it Veckans Stjärna, and I find the all-too-frequent, inexplicable use of English here faintly annoying.) On each day of the week she’ll give a little presentation about herself, her interests, her family, and so on. Tomorrow she’s supposed to take a baby picture and tell the details of her birth: where, when, how much she weighed and measured, and any interesting tidbits from her babyhood. She’s a bit anxious about having to say that she was born in Twin Falls, Idaho, and she doesn’t quite believe me when I tell her that it’s fine to use English pronunciation for that part. I have to say, it was a bit difficult for me to keep a straight face when she kept saying “Tveen Foles, EEE-Dah-Hoe.” Mindful of the Kentucky bourbon incident, however, I didn’t press the issue.

It was fun going through the photo album this evening and letting her choose a picture to take with her. This is the picture she settled on, though I was hoping she would pick one that showed off her wild tumult of curls or another of my favorites. I guess I’ll just have to save those for another time.