Ms. Aida gave you a color-by-number coloring book as a gift. You love it. You want us to color with you all the time, which is fine with me. I enjoy it. You like to work through the numbers in order, and you're getting quite good at coloring within the lines. I don't tell you that, though, because I don't want to encourage too much conformity. Someone in your life will curse me for that someday, I'm pretty sure. You're funny about how much you let us help you color, though. Sometimes you want us to actively color with you, and then sometimes you lay your whole body across the page while you color. I find it really amusing.
You've been doing some interesting free-style drawings lately, too. Dad wanted to make sure that we saved a couple of them. You're even able to write your name on them.
This month, we had a funny conversation about music. We were running errands one day, and you wanted to listen to music. So I put in a Pat Benetar disc. We were a few minutes in and you said, "This is a girl!" So when we got home, we watched a bunch of videos of female rock musicians. Times like this I'm grateful for the internet.
You're still not sleeping very well, mostly because you want us to sleep with you all the time. Sometimes I can tuck you back in and then go back to bed. Sometimes I end up sleeping in your bed with you. It rather drives me crazy, but I haven't seemed to find the right time to crack down on your sleeping habits.
So January went by pretty quickly. It seems that time moves much faster now. I don't know if that's how everyone feels when they get to be my age, or if I'm just bad at living in the moment. People will tell you that I'm a creature of habit, too, and it's easy to let the days roll along in our usual rounds of chores and activities.
I did start classes in January for a certificate in Project Management. The goal is to pass one of the project management tests, and then hopefully use that to get a better job. We have to afford your favorite granola bars, after all.
Love,
Mom
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