Oh, she’s cute.
That she continues to wear the green and lavender cowboy boots almost everyday brings me joy. And that I had her hair in dog ears–if only for a few hour and if only to disguise the fact that the leave-in conditioner I’d put in her hair made it look greasy–made me happy. And that she’s starting to read and write? Utter delight.
Lily does “journal prompts” every day at school. There’s a sheet with room to draw a picture and then a few words like “At the doctor I” or “When I’m scared I” and then she fills it in. I get a week’s worth at a time and they’re about my favorite thing ever.
Here’s a week:
Dinosaurs r bad.
I love mom (with a drawing of her thinking of me)
When I’m scared my mom cums. (ahem.)
I am happy when my mom cisis me (kisses me. how cute is that)
If I could fly I wood fly to urooba.
Then this week’s:
At the doctor I got bedr (child hasn’t even been in a dr.’s office in years)
A teacher teachis
A firefighter savs pipl
A policeman yts donuts.
Steve said, “You know, police do more than eat donuts.” And she said, “Well sometimes they do, if they want a snack before bedtime.”