So, Molly has had a haircut. She decided ponytails and pigtails pulled her hair too much, so we cut it off. It's a little longer than a pixie but not as long as a bob. She seems much happier and did the very grown up thing of looking at her reflection in the mirror and brushing her hair for a day or so afterwards. The reaction from friends and neighbors is that she looks taller, but younger. Now it's doubly funny to watch for reactions to her recitation when we're out in public. For example, there was this exchange at the zoo earlier this week.
Me: Look at the wallabies, Molly!
Molly: Yes, Mommy, I was just going to tell you Wallabies are marSUpials.
Me: Oh really?
Molly: Yes, you can tell by their pockets. The joeys are marsupials too.
Me: Well, ok then. Lets go look at the emu. Did you know emu are large flightless birds called rattites?
She loves to help in the kitchen - last night she poured all the ingredients into the crock pot for her very favorite chipotle gringo chili, and we made peanut butter cookies together - with her rolling the dough in balls, dipping in sugar then mashing them around with the fork.
She can now officially pedal her trike without blocks on the pedals.
She's doing very well with drop in daycare at Grace two mornings a week. When I tell her it' a day to go to Grace she starts jumping up and down and wants to put her shoes on - so we can go right away. The concept of "too early" is still a bit lost on her. On Friday she asked if she could stay to eat lunch with the kids (three consecutive hours alone for me... wow!) There's something of a mystery about it, I guess, because normally I pick her up as the kids are lining up to go to the lunch area. She told me they had ice cream, coffee and carrots and pineapple for lunch. I have no idea if that's true, but she was over the moon to have gotten to stay.
She's started spontaneously counting things - sometimes accurately. If you hold up an object (Molly, here's one apple) then hold up another one (here's another apple) and ask her how many is one apple plus one apple she'll say "Two!" She can do one take away one apple, too. I'm not sure what this means, but it's fun to play with her. If she's not self conscious she can count to thirty.
She understands the concept of the game Memory and is pretty good at it - up to about 10 matches (20 cards).
She also, embarassingly, knows all the characters and theme songs from all of the IPTV shows she is allowed to watch, and will tell you about them incessantly, if you seem even slightly interested.
Today she has a cold. She can blow her nose all by herself and this is a big deal. She grabs a fistful of Kleenex and lets rip.
She has started playing very detailed versions of pretend that involve characters in her favorite books. Unfortunately some of these are very obscure - the Treehouse Detective Club, for example. Play goes something like this: "I'm Mike and you're Mike's Dad," she says. "You say 'Son, this treehouse has to come down.'" We take down the pirate flag, sweep and clean, then Stinky Morgan's Dad comes and inspects it, determining it is "an old wreck." Any outside visitor would think we were crazy - or else sent here from the early 70s.
Also worth noting, we're having some replacement windows installed and the Pella guy, a softspoken, grandfatherly This Old House type man, was here to get some paperwork signed and take final measurements. While he was here, Molly decided it would be fun to jump down the stairs (not allowed and she knows it), empty a bag of laundry all over the kitchen, climb up our ox cart chair like a rock climber, empty the candle drawer in the dining room and use the candlesticks for drumsticks on the glass front door, and dent the dining room table with the brass candle snuffer. He was only here 15 minutes. His summation, an eyebrow raised "She's busy." And this is how she behaves when she has a cold...
We could power the household if we could only find her a giant hampster wheel.
C
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