At the beginning of the month, we had an argument about your dinosaur pajamas. You love them so much that you never want to take them off. One day, you didn't want to change your shirt in the morning, so, of course, by bedtime it was dirty. You were so upset that I wouldn't let you wear your dirty triceratops pajama shirt that you cried for 20 minutes.
So I joked with our friends Marc and Becky that they needed to buy their daughter Sofia more dinosaur shirts for you to get as hand-me-downs. Marc noted that they didn't have dinosaurs, but they sure did have a lot of sparkles.
Several days later, I was getting you dressed in the morning. I managed to get your pajama shirt off, and then you decided to hide in your closet. Then we had this conversation:
Me: Come and pick out a shirt, Miriam.
You [inside the closet]: I don't want to pick out a shirt!
Me: Do you want to wear a dress?
You [opening the closet door]: I want to dress like a princess!
So I grabbed one of the many dresses that we got as hand-me-downs from Sofia, one plastered with Disney princesses on it, and you thought that was fantastic. Marc and Becky thought it was hilarious.
We have moved on to the two side pony-tails for your hairstyle, which only happens if you're out of bed before I leave for work. Otherwise you end up with crazy hair all day. Grandma's hands are too bad now to do a pony-tail, and Dad just hasn't had enough practice yet. I don't know if Grandpa has even tried. I'm looking forward to when it's long enough to cut it all one length.
You had your very first pony ride at a horse show in Palos Verdes, the first weekend of the month. They had a petting zoo and games, too, but you were less interested in those. You sat and watched the big horses doing jumping rounds with me for a while. I don't know if you were actually interested or if it was just something to watch while you ate your granola bar, but I thought it was fun. Whenever we walked past a horse, you would say, loudly, "Look at that horse!" Then you saw a gray horse and said, "Just like Merrylegs!" which is the gray pony in the Black Beauty movie. That made me laugh.
You've been doing lots of counting lately. Grandpa got you a lift-the-flap book where you count to 100, and you've made me read that a bunch of times. So now you know a lot of numbers, but you don't always get them in any kind of sequence.
You've been doing a lot of reading, too. You know some of your books so well that you really can appear to read them. Which doesn't stop you from trying to get us to read them to you. Your favorite new delaying tactic at bedtime is to run into Grandpa's room with a book and ask him to read it to you. You have to bring books with you to brush your teeth, or to eat breakfast, or to ride in the car. Which we don't mind, really. It makes a break from you bringing five dinosaurs with you, or three horses, or any number of stuffed animals. You're very, "Have stuff, will travel," these days.
You started a gymnastics class this month. Grandma takes you on Monday mornings, and then she's exhausted the rest of the week. You enjoy it, of course, so we'll have to see what classes we can find in Long Beach. It would be nice if you and Corbin both ended up doing gymnastics. Maybe we'd be able to double up on lesson time, instead of having to deal with two totally different schedules. But we'll see what you each end up liking.
We finalized the purchase of the new house this month, got the keys and even moved some boxes in. So it's really happening; we have a new home. I look forward to doing house projects with you. After all, you love painting. I'm sure you'll do a lovely job helping me repaint the upstairs hallway. "Little dabs of watercolors" has to be some kind of art movement, somewhere.
Love,
Mom
First pony ride, at the horse show:
Morning story time with Grandpa:
"I have monkey feet!"
Stick to your ribs:
Dinosaur Train:
The side ponies:
Wearing a "space helmet:"
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