Showing posts with label Dear Peeper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dear Peeper. Show all posts

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Five Years!

Dear Peeper,
You are five years old today.

I can't believe it, but evidently, the Marketing Powers That Be are aware that there is a five-year-old little girl living here. Two catalogs arrived in our mailbox the same day last week: Barbie and American Girl. (Barbie went right into the trash.)

Let's set aside for a moment just how ridiculous this whole five thing is (because, after all, you were only born a few minutes ago, right?) and talk about how awesome it is, and how awesome you are.

I just read through my letters to you over the past year, and although the changes aren't so dramatic as they were the first couple of years, of course, it really did remind me just how much you've grown up in the past year.

I think the thing that stands out the most is how different you are about school this year. Last year, we had tears every morning until February, and this year, you just went skipping right off to class on the very first day. (Well, mostly.)

I felt awful last night when I realized that you thought you'd be going to kindergarten immediately upon turning five. Luckily, the kindergarteners are in your class, so there's really not much difference at your school.

Of course, you also said you were going to wake up and measure yourself first thing in the morning, to see if you're bigger, because you're five years old.

A year ago, you were protesting when anyone said that you were their "best friend," and now you often declare someone to be your best friend. I can think of at least three or four different little girls that you've identified at one point or another.

And I'd say you're right in all those cases; you are a very lucky kid to already have so many "long-term" friends whom you've know for as long as you can remember. Most of them, of course, are from MOMS Club, and also "Baby" J.

Of course, when you know kids that long, and spend that much time with them, you tend to interact with them almost like siblings, including that fighting part. Yeah, you're still doing that, although not as bad as it was a couple of years ago. You did get in trouble a couple of times at H's party yesterday, for throwing a ball at her, and whacking a little boy on the head with a nerf bat. So, that's one we're still working on.

Because I am me, and I discuss such things with you, and it's pretty funny to hear you talking about nursing, baby wearing, childbirth, and the like.

Yesterday, you were pretending to be Mr. Monkey, and Mama Monkey had just delivered twins and she wanted to wear the babies. You had a scarf with her, so I said, "Do you want me to wrap her up?" and you said, "No, I think a sling would be more effective."

You couldn't find your Peeper-size sling (found it later) so I did wrap them (well, I wrapped mama, the babies are invisible, of course), and then they wanted out "because they need goody." I suggested they get goody in the wrap like Baby N, but they wanted out. As you were walking off, you said to yourself, "No damn bot... No darn bottles."

I don't know what was funnier, the use of the word "damn," the self-censorship or the sentiment!

You watch a cartoon called Ben and Holly's Little Kingdom. Holly is a fairy and Ben is an elf. The Wise Old Elf is always saying "...because we're elves!" which is followed by a toot on a horn. So, we often do parodies of that line. The other day, your and I were taking about something, and I said (with the same inflection they use, "Because we're mammals!" and you replied "Slurp!" which is evidently a nursing sound effect.

Which, of course, you know all about, because you are quite the pro at nursing. One gets to be, after doing it for five years, you know. You still always nurse to sleep at night (but can go to sleep with Mommy or a baby sitter if I'm not home, although it's not a given), almost always when you wake up, often at some point in the night (I usually end up sleeping in your bed at least part of the night) and I'd say probably about half the time, at least once more during the day.

A year ago, I figured you'd probably have weaned by now, but you haven't and that's okay with me. When you're ready you will, and the fact that you haven't means that obviously, you still need to. So, here we are. You'll know when you're done, and you'll let me know.

Academically, you're really moving along with your pre-reading and math skills. You are getting better and better at decoding (sounding out) words, and have added some more sight words, but you are still a little ways off from it all really "clicking." It would probably help if I were to spend more concentrated time on it with you, and work on your "BOB Books" and phonics readers.

Lately, you've been asking to do "Ellie School Home With Mama" a lot, and you just zip right through those workbook pages. I'm thinking maybe you need a Kindergarten level workbook to challenge you a bit more.

The fine motor / tracing pages are still quite a challenge to you. You're making strides there, but still have lots of room for growth. Your name writing, I think, is actually less legible than when you first started, but your drawings are much more likely to look like what you tell us they are. This week, you brought home a drawing of Santa on his sleigh, with a bag of gifts, and a reindeer, and once you explained it, I totally saw it.

You're also getting better at counting with one-to-one correspondence, although it's still tricky for you. You can do some simple addition and subtraction, too. You seem to have a few facts memorized (such as 2 + 2 = 4) and can figure out other "+/- 1 or 2" problems when asked.

You love, love, love books and being read to. During Trick-or-Treat on Main Street, yesteraday, you picked out a book from a group that always gives out used books instead of candy. I said, "Wow, a book for trick-or-treat, that's cool!" and you replied, "That's cooler than candy!"

We recently finished the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder, and bedtime just isn't nearly as much fun now. I need to find another good chapter book for us to read, or better yet, another series to start.

You're still very interested in presidents and money and things along those lines. You also still love to dress up, and those two interests often go together; the Easter Bunny really got his money's worth out of that Lincoln hat and beard, and you like to turn your pirate hat into a George Washington hat, with the addition of a dishtowel powdered wig.

You also come up with some quite original costumes and characters; when you go into the sunroom (where your dress-up clothes live) we never know who's going to come out!

I don't know exactly what it is that we've done to avoid it, but you have very few ideas about what kinds of things are okay for girls or boys to dress up as.

If you do think that a certain type character is only boys, it doesn't stop you from pretending to be one, you just pretend to be a boy one. For example,  you don't seem to believe me when I say there are lady pirates, and will argue with me about it, even while wearing a pirate dress. "No! It's a pirate suit! I'm a boy pirate." Okay, suit yourself, Captain.

You actually tend to dress-up as and pretend to be boy characters more often, despite having a wide variety of costuming options. We're not really sure what that's about, but it only seems to apply to role-playing, not real life. You may protest wearing a dress by saying, "No! I don't like dresses!" and when I ask why, you say, "Because I'm Galoot, Jr! I'm a boy."

"Oooh," I say, "Well, does Peeper like dresses?"

"Yes," she likes dresses."

And then, if I suggest that since dogs aren't allowed at school, maybe you should pretend to be Peeper, and trick her teachers into letting you go to school, you're fine with wearing the dress (or ponytail, or whatever) for your "Peeper costume."

Yeah, I don't always get your logic.

And speaking of your logic, and such, let's see what other interesting things you've had to say in the past month or so:



Me: Peeper, don't color on yourself with that marker, we're taking family pictures tomorrow.
You: Can't she just photoshop it out?



Mommy: Oo, I feel a draft.
Peeper: Where? Where did you find a giraffe?



The other day, you kept unrolling paper towels for various reasons (mostly to keep the muddy footprints off the kitchen floor - by covering it with paper towels). At one point, you were holding a long strip of paper towel and I fussed at you about unrolling them. You walked over to me, and draped it over my head (powdered-wig-style) and said, "Here you go George Washington Grumpy Pants."



Earlier this week, you were screaming from your room, so I went to see what wass wrong. "What's the matter?" I ask. You were on your belly, on top of a pillow, with your arms wrapped around it. You said, "I'm trying to lift this pillow up!" Well, honey, I think I see your problem.



You: It's not on the shelf where I keep it.
Me: What's not?
You: My color box. It's a mystery to me, where it could be!



And it's a mystery to me how you could possibly be five years old, but you sure are.

Happy birthday, my love. We love you.


Love,
Mama

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Fifty-Nine Months

Dear Peeper:
You are fifty-nine months old yesterday/today. (It's actually the wee hours of the 28th)

In one month, you will be five years old. That's just crazy talk.

You are also a month into the school year at the Montessori Academy, and you seem to be loving it. Of course, we get the "Why do I have to go to school?" and "Why is it a school day?" pretty much every morning, but you know, that's pretty much how Mommy and I feel about work, too, so I can't fault you for that.

We don't get a whole lot of information out of you about what's going on at school, but your teacher has started emailing home a weekly newsletter that includes a paragraph about what the class is learning about, plus a list of some of the specific "works" that you've done. That's been helpful, because once we ask specific questions, you will usually tell us more.

For example, this week your class has been learning about apples, and you did a taste test, comparing six different varieties. When we asked you about it, we found out that two of the kinds you tasted were "Cherry Smith" and "Vampire" apples.

We're actually going to pick apples tomorrow, with MOMS Club. I hope this orchard has some Vampires. They sound delicious.

We're very glad to be getting a better idea of what you're up to at school, but would like to talk to your teachers about a few specific things, mainly what we should be doing at home to coordinate with and support what you're doing there, particularly in your math and reading. You are so interested in both of those, and so close to things really clicking with the reading. Of course, we do lots and lots here at home - much of which you initiate yourself - but I'd like to know if there's something specific from school that we should be building on or referring to.

I would also like to get their opinion on how you're doing with your fine motor skills, particularly writing, because while you have made some progress, of course, you still seem to be lagging behind your peers in that area. Last year, when your "written" work stood out in such contrast to your classmates, we reminded ourselves that you were one of the youngest in the class, but recently, I've seen writing and coloring that some of your younger friends have done, and yours is still nowhere near what they're doing.

Especially given how well you seem to be doing in other academic areas, I'm starting to get a bit concerned that this one is such a contrast. We plan to discuss it with your teachers at our conference in about six weeks, and with your pediatrician at your checkup which should be shortly before that.

We will also be talking to him about pee-pee issues. Things tend to go back and forth on the daytime wetting, but lately you've been in a "wet" cycle. On Wednesday, I believe you had four accidents, one at school at three at home. Sometimes they are so close together that I don't even know how you already have that much pee.

Usually, the first clue we have that you need to go is that you are crouching and holding yourself. Or you're peeing in the floor.

We really want to get the doctor's input on it, because we don't think this is just a behavioral thing, Even when we did a sticker chart to earn a trip to the bouncy place, it took about three weeks to get ten "dry all day" stickers.

Another bit of evidence that you're not just ignoring the urge until it's too late is that you still can't go through the night without peeing, and you don't get yourself up to go to the bathroom. Our general routine is that a couple of hours after you go to sleep, I get you up and take you to the potty. You usually sleep through that, more or less, and go right back to sleep when I put you back in bed.

If we do that, you're usually good for the night, and usually don't even go when you first get up in the morning. (How?!?) But, if I don't get you up, it's almost guaranteed that you will wet the bed. And it's not uncommon for you to have already wet before I get there to take you to pee, especially if I'm running behind.

Occasionally, you have made it through the night, like a while back when I fell asleep while tucking you in, and we both slept right on through until morning, and you woke up dry.

Tonight on the other hand, I fell asleep with you again, and by the time Mommy got home around midnight, you we were wet.

When we stayed at a hotel during our vacation, we took some disposable Goodnights bed pads, just in case, and we've been using them the past few nights. Earlier in the week, when you wet, it all stayed on the pad, and we just ripped it off and put a new one, and didn't have to mess with changing sheets, which was nice. Tonight, you were at the edge of the bed, and got the sheet, too.

(Note to self: Tuck pee pad over the side of the mattress by the wall.)

I hate the idea of paying for those over and over (and the whole "disposable" thing) but I hate even more changing the sheets in the middle of the night while you're wailing. Maybe we should invest in a couple of washable ones.

Until recently, I've not thought a lot about it; we've been dealing with wet sheets for almost two years now, because you went cold-turkey on the diapers, before you were really ready to go without all night. Lately though, we've began thinking that maybe you really should be able to do that by now.

So, we will talk to the doctor about that, too, and see if he's got any advice or suggestions or explanations for us.

It other areas, though, you're doing great. As I said above, you are really getting close to reading, and you're very interested in it. You try to sound out "environmental print" all the time - just today, you "read" a welcome mat.

You are also so into books, in general, and being read to. We started the Little House series over the summer and now only have one book left. When you realized that today, you were so upset, "But if there aren't any more books, how will we know what happens next!"

I've done lots of reading about Laura Ingalls Wilder and her real life, both during the childhood period depicted in the books (not exactly the same as the books) and afterward, so I've promised that when we finish These Happy Golden Years, I'll fill you in on what I know.

There is, technically, one more book, The First Four Years, but it's really an unedited / unfinished manuscript that Laura was working on when Almonzo died, and she never had the heart to finish it. It was finally published after her daughter's death.

It's my understanding that it's really not written as a children's book, and it doesn't pull any punches about all the bad stuff that happened to them in the early days of their marriage (crop failures, house fire, the loss of a child, serious illness). So, you will not be reading that one right now. I'm not really lying to you about it, because it was not part of the original Little House series that she published, right?

Our library has it on CD though, so I'm planning to check it out for myself, and listen to it on my way to and from work.

Anyway, I can't get over how into these books you are, even these later ones when Laura is in her teens. You stop me to ask questions, and make comments, so I know that you're paying attention and following the story, even if you're not catching everything.

I have so enjoyed reading these books with you, in part because I've finally had the chance to read them myself, but mostly because I just love seeing you so interested and excited about a story, and about the things you've learned from the stories.

I don't know what we'll be tackling after we finish these. I have a list a mile long of "chapter books" that I've been hoping to read with you, so I'm sure we'll have plenty to choose from.

Well, I've gone one and one, haven't it?

How about a quick check of the highlight reel?


You were wearing mis-matched shoes and singing, "I'm the clowniest clown of them all!"
Then you had a hat and a scarf and one glove and a red nose, and were singing, "I'm a jolly good clown!"

Later, you were Zues: "... I'm the goddiest of them all!"



Reading The Wizard of Oz at bedtime: "...they bade them farewell with many good wishes to carry with them."

You: How can they carry wishes?
Me: Weeelll....
You: I know. It's like how I carry my feelings. Everywhere I go, my feelings go with me. I carry them in my head.



You don't like hot doggie breath."Galoot, can you pant more colder, please?"



"I'm Mr. Wind, Friends call me Wind Miser, Whenever I blow, people start to fly their kites and-what-so-so!



You love storms. The other day she was disappointed when I told her were weren't going to have one. The next night, as we lay in bed and heard a long rumble of thunder, you got the most excited look on her little face, and said, "(Gasp!) A storm!"



One morning, while getting you ready for school:

You: No! You smell yucky!
Me: I think your chair (which may have ahem been peed on a few times) smells yucky.
You: No, it's you! You smell like SHOWER!

A few days later, in the car, as we get a whiff of skunk.
You: What's that yucky smell?
Mommy: That's me.
You: No, it smells even worse!



Mama, what does fibiberous mean? Um, can you tell me a sentence with that in it?
Apatasaurus is fibiberous.
Oh! Herbivorous!
Why is apatasaurus hibiberous?



One evening, while not going to sleep: Mama,how can yellow and blue make green? Is it magic?



Mama, I'll give you a hint. We have to mop because Galoot put muddy footprints and me all over the floor.



Me: Why can't you just wipe yourself?
You: I thought it would be to embarrassing for you.
Me: I promise. I won't be embarrassed if you wipe yourself.
You: I thought it would be too indignifying.

No. Wiping yourself is not undignified. What's undignified is walking around with pee in your pants.



And on that note, I suppose I should wrap this up and try to get some sleep before you wake up. (Remember that thing I said about falling asleep while tucking you in? For several hours. And now I'm up.)

I can't believe your next monthly letter will be for your birthday!

We sure do love you little girlie.


Love,
Mama

Monday, September 2, 2013

Fifty-Eight Months

Dear Peeper:
A few days ago, you turned fifty-eight months old. Just two months shy of five. In fact, as of yesterday, we can say that you'll "be five next month." That's just crazy talk.

We've had a pretty exciting month, what with our trip to Sesame Place and all, but of course, the biggest news of the month would be starting school at the Montessori Academy.

I was actually much less nervous about that than I thought I would be, I guess because you were doing so well by the end of last school year and also because of the phase-in days. I mean, it's really kind of hard to get too worked up about an hour and a quarter. I was almost more nervous on Thursday, when you stayed the full three hours (which is nothing compared to the five you did last year) and all the other kids were there (a big difference from the five in your class the first few days).

And you've handled it well, too. There were a few moments of, "Why do I have to go to school?" and "Why can't we just learn things at home?" (I love that "learning things" is a given.) and you were really tired by the end of the week, but you hung in there, and we've had a very calm (lazy) three-day weekend to recover from it, and I think you'll be ready to go again in the morning. I hope.

(Lazy is an understatement. We've not left the house since we came home from school and work, respectively, on Friday evening. Mommy had to work Saturday and today, but that's it.)

On the other hand, as I've already blogged about, you had a couple of meltdowns yesterday and today, which are really uncharacteristic for you. If they'd happened a few days ago, I definitely would have blamed stress and exhaustion, but I'd think you would be rested up by now. Maybe you're not. Or maybe you're getting sick (you're supposed to be pretty much over a respiratory thing, actually) or who knows what. But it's not cool. Stop it.

Other than that, you've mostly been your usual funny, creative, amazing little self.



While playing Three Little Pigs (in costume), you said, "I'm a little piggy. Don't make pork out of me."



You had a conversation with your booty.
You: "Butt-hocks?"
(Me): "Yes?"
You: "You keep following me."



You don't like it when your computer squirrels too fast for you to click where she wants.



A couple of weeks ago, I got you up to pee, as usual. I carried you into the bathroom, put you down in front of the toilet, pulled your panties down and before I could lift you onto the toilet you started peeing. All over the floor, on my feet, on your panties that were around your ankles. Bless your heart.



The morning of the first day of school, you discovered that you're now tall enough to reach the light switches.

That evening, I found peanut butter on a light switch.



A few days ago, you were wearing mis-matched shoes and singing, "I'm the clowniest clown of them all!"

Later, when your metal pinwheel was throwing sun-reflections all over the room, you said they were lightning, and "I'm Zeus! I'm the King of the Gods! I'm the goddiest of them all!"



While reading The Wizard of Oz at bedtime, I read, "...they bade them farewell with many good wishes to carry with them."

You: How can they carry wishes?
Me: Weeelll....
Ellie: I know. It's like how I carry my feelings. Everywhere I go, my feelings go with me. I carry them in my head.
Whoa.



Evidently, you don't like hot doggie breath. "Galoot, can you pant more colder, please?"



And, as usual a million other things that I forgot to record.

Happy monthibirthday, my heart. I love you!


Love,
Mama

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Fifty-Seven Months

Dear Peeper:
I've been pretty busy lately, with a big web design project, so it's taken me a while to sit down and write this letter, but about a week ago, you turned fifty-seven months old. Four-and-three-quarters. I've even found myself referring to you as "almost five" pretty often.

This past week, you attended a "Kids in the Kitchen" YMCA camp. You seemed to enjoy it, and it was great practice (for all of us) at getting up and out of the house in the morning, and for you at being away all morning, all week. Somehow we kind of thought the YMCA would be focusing on healthy snacks, but not so much. You made a traffic light snack, of graham cracker with icing on it and red, yellow and green Skittles, blue Jell-o, "dirt" made from chocolate pudding and crushed Oreos, non-edible "Gak," and chocolate-dipped pretzel sticks. So not such healthy snacks, but you certainly enjoyed them.

The last few weeks, you've been having something of a potty regression, with several daytime accidents; sometimes multiple accidents per day. We're not sure what's going on there, but are considering a visit to your doctor to rule out any physical causes. On the assumption that it's got more to do with just not wanting to stop what you're doing to go to the potty, we started a sticker chart. You get a sticker for each completely dry day - from wakeu-p to bedtime, and when you've gotten ten stickers, you will get to go to the bouncy-fun-place. It's been almost two weeks, and you have five stickers. Sigh.

The start of school is just around the corner - three weeks to go. You are very positive about it, and seem to be excited about going to the Montessori school. My biggest concern, I think, is that part about getting up and out of the house every day, and needing to actually be there on time. We really need to work on our getting to bed earlier.

Of course, that will mean getting started with our evening routine much earlier, to be sure that we leave plenty of time for reading at bedtime. Lately, we've been reading chapter books - we're on our fourth Little House book, and we detoured a bit to read a Civil War book that was set in our town.

You've really been enjoying the Little House books, and have stopped me several times to ask questions and make comments. I've found it interesting how concerned you seem to be with whether Laura and Mary are obeying their parents, or whether they have permission to do something.

In Little House on the Prairie, the first one that we read, there was a scene in which Pa had told the girls not to go in the creek, but Laura was really hot and started thinking about how it would't hurt to just put her feet in. You yelled "NO! Pa told her not to!

If only you were as concerned about whether you have parental permission to do things.

So, what other interesting things have you had to say over the past month or so?




Mommy and I were standing in the kitchen, when you came in, holding her empty Goldfish bowl. You didn't say a word to us, just went and stood in front of the (upper) snack cabinet and started jumping up and down, "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
What are you trying to do?
I'm trying -ugh- to get some -jump- more Goldfish.



Well, hmm, I don't seem to have actually posted anything else on Facebook this month, and you know me and my memory.

Oh well.

Happy 3/4 + a bit birthday, little girlie. I love you.


Love,
Mama

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Fifty-Six Months

Dear Peeper:
Last week, while we were in Texas visiting Grandma and Grandpa (and everyone else), you turned fifty-six months old - four-and-two-thirds!

You and I have both been on summer vacation all month, and we're certainly enjoying it. Other than our trip to Texas, we haven't done anything really spectacular yet, but it's been nice to just hang out and not have to worry about work or school for either of us for a little while.

And what have you been doing during all this hanging out?



We put up a bunch of new shelving in the sunroom (paid for with our birthday money) and when we took the old entertainment center out to the curb (with a "FREE" sign on it), you had a complete meltdown. You cried, "Entertaaaaiiiinmmmmeeent Ceeeeennnnnteeeer!" like you were losing your best friend. Luckily, by the time you noticed that it was gone, you had gotten over it, and were excited to report that someone had taken it.


While I was in the shower getting ready for the birthday / Father's Day gift extravaganza with Mommy's family, you came in and informed me that, "I'm making a pina-yata for Papa's birthday." (Which was to be celebrated about an hour later.)

"Sure honey, okay."

When I got out, and went into the kitchen, I saw that you had a balloon and a much of strips of paper soaking in a bowl of water.

So, I kind of promised you that we would make one sometime. Guess we gotta do that, huh?



A couple of weeks ago, Mommy and I went to a concert, and Miss S came over to babysit. You were totally cool with it, and barely even told us goodbye when we left.

As the concert was wrapping up, Miss S texted to tell us that after several stories, she got up to turn off the lights, and when she asked if you wanted her to come back and lie down with you again, you said no. She kept an eye on you, and a few minutes later, texted to say that she was "hearing some little snores."

The next morning, you told me that, "Miss S was looking at me through the door. I closed my eyes, because I didn't want her looking at me."

When we got home around 1:30 am, you were still asleep. I took you to potty, put you back in bed, and although you had your eyes open for a bit, you didn't cry or ask for goody, you just went back to sleep.



More often than not, you fall right back to sleep when I get you up. Often, even if you are asking me to lie down or give you goody, if I have to go potty first, you are asleep by the time I get back. Okay, sometimes I potty reeeaaalllly slowly.



"Ring around the rosie, a monkey full of tooties. . . ."



In discussing "Aunt" Frappa's wedding, you told me that "Uncle" S, "Should wear a suit and a coat and a collar."

I had to explain that men wear ties, dogs wear collars.



Me: Why do you like chewing on your fingernails?
You: They're very tasty.
Me (trying a different approach): Is there a way that you're feeling, when you feel like you want to chew on your fingernails?
You: Yes.
Me: How do you feel?
You: Hungry.

Oh.


Happy four-and-two-thirds, little girlie. 

We love you!


Love,
Mama

Monday, June 10, 2013

Look, Moms! No Cavities!

Peeper had her semi-annual dental check up today, and she did great! She was very cooperative, and Dr. C. says we're doing a great job brushing!

Also, double-congratulations to Dr. C. whose twin girls were born in February!





And, because last time we were there, we ended up killing some time at the kid gym down the road, guess what? Evidently, that's going to be part of our dentist visit routine from now on.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Fifty-Five Months (and a bit)

Dear Peeper:
You turned fifty-five months old about ten days ago. I'm sorry I've not had a chance to sit down and write your letter sooner, but I've had a lot on my mind lately.

In the past month, you've completed your first year of school, and oh, how you've grown in that year. You went from crying at every drop-off (until February) to saying that you "love going to Mother's Day Out!" and that you "had a great year!"

We certainly had our doubts about sending you, and second-guessed that decision many times in those first few months, but you hung in there, kiddo, and you did great!

You seem to be a bit sad that you won't be going back in the Fall, but you are also looking forward to starting at the Montessori Academy, as are we. You do have another year of preschool, so you'll only be going half-days, but it will be five days a week, which will be a big adjustment for us all, and you will be in the same class with the Kindergartner (who stay all day; there will also be half-day three year olds) which will be pretty cool.

We think it's going to be a very good fit for you, our little dance-to-the-beat-of-your-own-drummer girl, and we hope that it's all we are hoping it will be, and that things will work out financially for you to continue to go there for as long as it feels like the best place for you to be.

But, that's not happening for a few months. Let's talk about what you've been up to recently:




Mommy: It's supposed to rain today. You: (Excited gasp!) I love jumping in muddy puddles!



You put a pair of pants on your head, and started hopping around singing "Here Comes Peter Cottontail." I'm pretty sure the pants legs were your bunny ears.



I got home from the MOMS Club luncheon to find you and Mommy in the tub together. My first reaction was "Oh, that's so sweet, I should take a picture!" but then I thought better of it. When I told you that, you said, "Why not? You're not going to send it to Pinterest!"




You: Can I have some yogurt? Mama: No, it's time for bed. You: (cue tears) Noooo! This can't be!



"I can draw milk. I'll show you how I can draw milk. First, I need a cow. . . ."



I had a conversation with you and J (age 3) about the emotional benefits you get from breastfeeding. According to the two of you, it helps: when you're grumpy after a nap, angry and need to calm down, need to go to sleep or are scared of the dark.



You: It's not a school day! Mama: Yes, it it. You: It changed! Mama: Your school schedule changed? Who changed it? You: The Earth!



A few weeks ago, your "must have" toys were 3 raggedy-ass (not Raggedy Ann) dolls. You were a Mama Bear and they were your baby bears: A daughter, named after Ellie Fant (the talking elephant at the Elephant Museum), and two sons, one named after "the fish, Oriel" and one named after "that leaf, Stamp-Tree. You know that tree that the leaves stick on it? That's why it's called Stamp-Tree."

I was the Grandma Bear "cause you're my Mama, like my Grandma's your Mama." Well duh.



We went to TGI Friday's a while back to use one of my birthday coupons. You told us that you "don't like their food," but when individual bites of chicken, beef or carrot asked to go to the party in your tummy, they were quite welcome.

But, the first time I offered you beef, as you took the bite, I referred to it as steak. You spit it out immediately, and said, "I don't like steak!" with a very "ick" face on.

I apologized, cut it in half, and said, "How about some beef instead?" while offering you one of the pieces. You gobbled it right up, and agreed that the "beef" was better than the "steak."

On a related note, a while back when we were out to dinner, I told you to be careful with the (regular, not very sharp) knife, and you said, "It's not a beef knife!"



On our way out of the grocery store after 9 pm, you said, "Whew! We've had a hard night!" You were right.



Mama: I've got a Mother's Day card for you to give to Mommy, and she's bought one for you to give to me. You: What about me? Mama: What do you mean? You: What about a card for me? Mama: For MOTHER'S DAY?!?



You: Where's Mommy? Mama: She's at work, Honey. You: Oh, but I wanted Mommy. If only she could stay home, and not go to work.



We didn't go to the tooth-themed MOMS Club story & craft a few weeks ago, because although you were excited about it the day before, that morning you told me you didn't want to go because, "I already know about teeth! I have teeth!"



You stole one of my "lady" socks. You needed it because you were going to work, where you teach your students about "the bones and stuff, and the heart and the brain and nerve cells."



Mama: Hey, my students had a test this morning, and they did really well on it. You: They did? I'm glad to hear that!




You, singing the Heat Miser song: "What ever I touch starts to melt in my crotch!"



Lately, your go-to insult when you're mad at us or some inanimate object is "You nasty volcrat!" We have no idea.



As couple of weeks ago, you woke up, got out of bed, walked to the bathroom and pee-peed all by yourself! (For the first time.)

When I didn't hear anything else for a while, I went to check and found you lying in the bathroom floor, almost asleep.

You confirmed that she would like me to carry you back to bed, and when I put you in, you snugged her stuffed dog, Bingo/Galoot(the bedtime lovey du jour) and started snoring.



When Baby N was born last week, you were absolutely indignant that you weren't allowed to visit him in the hospital. You said, "That's not fair! H gets to go in the room!" But H is his sister.

The next day, you told me again, "It's not fair! It's a pity!"



Last Friday, you said that you wanted Mommy to read your stories. (You were mad at me because I'd made you get out of the tub.) You started before 9, and sometime around 9:30 I said it needed to be "lights out." You wanted Mommy to stay, and I think I know why. At 10, you were still "telling Mommy some jokes." Eventually, it got quiet in there, and when I went in to check, I found you both sound asleep.



You were annoyed because I didn't want Mommy to let you play with her wedding ring in the bathtub. You said, "But, Mama! You're a jolly old thing!"



And you, my love, are a silly young thing. And we absolutely love that about you.

Happy not-your-monthiversary-anymore. I love you


Love,
Mama.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Fifty-Four Months

Dear Peeper,
You are fifty-four months - four-and-a-half years - old today!

A quick update on your cough / inhaler situation. When we went back to the doctor, he confirmed the diagnosis of cough-variant asthma and said to just use the inhaler when it starts back up, if you've been sick or something. He expected you'd need it two or three times a year. Well, as it turns out, you were four days into a cold and started coughing on the way home. We used the inhaler for a few more days and you were still cranky, but it was hard to tell what was what, because you'd been cranky about being sick in between.

Then you were fine for a couple of weeks, and started with the snot again last week, so we did two days of inhaler and stopped when you got cranky again.

Not that you're always Susie Sunshine without it, but it does seem to be having some sort of effect on your mood, so we're going to avoid it as much as necessary, and when we go back to the doctor, I'm going to ask if there's a different medication we can try next time.

So, the issue is sort of resolved?

Or, maybe, you're just being four and a half. You really do seem a lot happier without the inhaler, but you have been pulling some pretty good freak-outs even without it. We are trying to approach them with sympathy and empathy but, yeah, sometimes that gets a little hard to do. I hope we're not screwing you up too badly.

I'm also hoping that once we get through this next month and you and I are both on summer vacation, things will settle down a bit and we will have more together-time and more downtime and we can all chill out a bit.

In the meantime, let's take a look at what you've had to say this month:



Tomato, tomahto, potato, potahto, let's piss the whole thing off.
Why are you laughing when I say "piss the whole thing off?"



While I was taking a little quicky nap, you decided to go play in the backyard, and somehow locked the door behind you on her way out? I'm pretty sure you weren't calling me for long before I heard you. You did get a stern talking-to about going out without permission.



You had two mint M&Ms left from what the babysitter brought, and you said you wanted to share them with me. I told you "There are only two, you can have them," but you insisted. When getting them out of the package, I dropped one, so I told you, "Here, this is the only one, you have it." Again you insisted that I take it. I explained, "That's the only one. If I eat it you won't have any," and you said, "That's what friends are for!"



You were pretending to be the Big Bad Wolf. You told me that she has a pig plant. "And you know what's going to grow on it? Pigs. I'm gonna pick 'em and eat 'em."



Two nights in a row, you woke us up at 3 am, freaking out about a toy that you felt should be in your bed. The first time, I had to take the mattress off to find the Bert thermometer that had fallen between it and the wall. At least the second night I only had to track down a panda in the kitchen.




Mama: Peeper, where are my glasses?
Peeper: They're in the sunroom, on the trampoline.
Well of course.



Arrr! Sugary timbers!



While outside in just panties, you started doing a jig.
Mama: Do you need to pee-pee? It looks like you're pee-pee dance.
Peeper: (Bending over into a downward dog position): No, I'm just dancing to get my body stronger. That's just a bear dance. (tinkle tinkle tinkle) Yes, I'm pee-peeing.



I'm starting to wonder how often the neighbors will have to see you playing outside in the hose and mud in her underwear and sub-60-degree weather before they file some sort of report on us.



Happy half-birthday, big girl. We love you!

Love,
Mama

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Fifty-Three Months

Dear Peeper:
You were fifty-three months old a few days ago; one month shy of four-and-a-half, but I'm already starting to refer to you that way.

We've made a lot of progress on your cough over the past month. Right after we got home from Texas, you were tested for allergies, and turned out to have none! I was really surprised at that, given that Mommy and I  are both allergic to outside stuff (she takes Sudafed daily), so I figured that when we all "get sick" at once, we were just reacting to the same stuff in the air. Guess not. I guess we're actually sick.

I am, by the way, taking total credit for my goody milk protecting you from Mommy's allergy genes.

So, after ruling out allergies, that doctor said that he still thinks it's cough-variant asthma, and that you need a maintenance inhaler, not a rescue inhaler just when you're coughing. So, we started on Flovent, two puffs each morning and evening.

And your cough pretty much disappeared within a few days!

And then  you got really, really cranky. You've told me almost every day, "I'm cranky!" and boy, are you.

You argue with us, and collapse into tears at the smallest disappointment and just are not being your usual easy-going kid, at all.

We were thinking "What the hell is going on? Is this some four-and-a-half thing that nobody warned us about?" and then Mommy said, "I wonder if the inhaler could be making her act this way.

So, I google it and asked some pharmacist friends, and it seems that this sort of thing is a not-uncommon side effect of Flovent, as it's a steriod.

By that point, I'd already gotten really bad about getting the morning dose in you, so I just declared that we weren't doing it anymore, and last night I just gave you one puff, and nothing tonight. We go back to the asthma doctor on Tuesday, and we'll see how your behavior - and your cough - is between now and then.

In other news this month, we found out that you've been accepted to the Montessori Academy for next year, but we've not told you yet (we haven't actually told you that we were applying, either) because we're waiting to find out whether we are getting financial aid to pay for it. Fingers crossed!

And, this month's greatest hits:



You told me your panda "Has bad breath . . . like Teddy."
I figured out you meant he has asthma, like young Teddy Roosevelt.



In a public restroom, you coughed while you were on the potty.
You said, "Oh! When I cough it makes my pee-pee come out faster!"
I said, "Yeah, Mama has that problem, too."
From a couple of stalls over, a woman's voice says, "Most mamas have that problem."



You found one of your president flash cards that had been missed when we put them away. You told me that we needed to put it with the others, then she leaned over real close to it and said, "John Quincy Adams, we'll find your father. I know we will!"



And if Facebook weren't hiding most of the past month from me, I'd have a lot more to share. Grrrr.

Happy almost-Easter, little bunny!

I love you!


Love,
Mama

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Fifty-Two Months

Dear Peeper:
You are fifty-two months old today, four-and-a-third.

I also know that you are 38" tall and weight 38.8 lb, because we were at the doctor's office again today about your cough. And, we're still trying to figure out exactly what's causing it.

In January, he put you on a two-week course of antibiotics, with instructions to come back if the cough didn't go away completely. It didn't.

About three weeks ago, he gave you an inhaler, with instructions to give you two puffs when you're having a coughing fit, and come back in three weeks to let him know how it worked. It didn't.

So, now the next plan is a referral to the allergist, to see if that's what's going on. As luck would have it (ha), Mama just started seeing that very same allergist, and I actually had my first allergy shots last week. I hope that if that's what's causing your cough, we can control it with antihistamines (I can't take them) and you won't have to do the shot. But if you do, we can just go get them at the same time. It'll be big fun.

Right before we started with the inhaler, I was talking about all this to a guy at my new job, and he said something along the lines of, "You should make sure it's not pertussis (whooping cough)."

I thought he was crazy, but of course, now it’s been worrying me. Especially after I saw videos on YouTube and realized that you do occasionally make a sort of a “whoop” sounding inhale after a string of coughs.

The doctor said it’s not likely, since you're vaccinated (although, he did check your records to make sure you're up to date, which you are and said that the vaccine now isn’t as effective as it was back in our day, plus the reduction in “herd immunity” because of unvaccinated kids) but also because it usually runs about a 6-week course. So if you had whooping cough, she’d be all better by now.

Well that’s reassuring?

But, it’s a quick nasal swab to test for it, so we did that, over your protest (“No! I wanna keep my boogies!”) and will hear back sometime next week.

Meanwhile, we’re assuming that’s not it, and planning to see the allergist as soon as we get home from Texas.

Oh yeah, we're going to Texas in two days, and you are "So excited about Texas" that you just can't sleep. The past two nights, you've told me, "I'm gonna dream about Texas," and then kept saying, "I'm dreaming about Texas!" and telling me the details.

So, what else have you said lately?



You are definitely watching WAY too much Charlie & Lola. You've started asking to "have a go" at things, and talking about tom-AH-toes.



You came into the office dressed as a pirate, and swinging a sword around. You bonked my shoulder with it and I said, "Ow!"

She said, "I'm a pirate. That's just what pirates do. They have swords."



Note to self: The next time you try to explain malware, hacking and proper backup of websites to a four year old, wait until you've both been awake for more than ten minutes.



You were playing 3 bears, and you were Papa Bear. You walked into Mommy and Mama's bedroom, full of clothes baskets and said, "And I said in my great big voice, 'Somebody's been doing my laundry!'"



You gave me a "birthday present:" One of my "dressy" shoes, that I've been wearing to work lately with my "fancy pant." You told me it was "To go with your lady costume!" Never have truer words been spoken.



You were very, very excited about Mommy and Mama getting married, although as far as you're concerned, we've been married all along. But you got over that pretty quickly, when we started making wedding plans.

When the big day finally came, we arrived at the church only to find the doors locked. You said, "Our wedding is RUINED!"



Mama: We have to clean up. We're cleaning up the house this afternoon and tomorrow, right?
Peeper: That is where you're definitely not right.



Peeper: (for the tenth time) Why didn't you buy Goldfish at the store?
Mama: Sigh. Because I'm an awful mother.
Peeper: No, you're not. You just need to buy some Goldfish.



Yesterday you came in and told me you had the "hic-um-ups" (yeah, that's cute, but it's actually what I call them). So, of course, I was making up a song about them, and got as far as, "They go 'hic-hic-hic'..." when I got stuck. I paused and you filled in, "...they make you very sick!"



Peeper: Achoo-achoo-achoo... (several sneezes in a row) Peeper: Do you know how many that was? Mama: How many? Peeper: I don't know! Mama: Was it too many to count? Peeper: I can't count, but I can tell you this: A LOT!



Tonight you told me that your panda "Has bad breath . . . like Teddy."
I figured out you meant he has asthma, like young Teddy Roosevelt.



As always, kiddo, you're a nutty little nut, and we wouldn't have you any other way.

We love you, Roodle.


Love,
Mama

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Fifty-One Months

Dear Peeper:
You are fifty-one months old today. Four-and-a-quarter. I've got to remember to teach you to say that when people ask.

You don't actually know about this (other than what you might have picked up from our conversations), but last week, we turned in both admission and financial aid applications for the local Montessori school, for next year. Mommy and I visited it last month, and it's amazing. If you get in, and they give us enough money, you will love it!

We had to answer a lot of questions about you, and some of them had to do with what you're like at school, so I met with one of your teachers to get some answers about that. I gave her a list of things that I wanted to know about you, and she wrote everything down, and talked to me about it.

As it turned out, you were in my lap the whole time, but I explained that I was just finding out about all the cool stuff you're learning and fun stuff you're doing at school.

Here's what she had to say:

January 23, 2013
Peeper Shrike-Whozat
Although Peeper won't be going to kindergarten for another year, we are starting to investigate our options, and trying to find a school that will be the best fit for her. To that end, we'd appreciate if you could give us some feedback about her behavior and performance in your class, as well as your professional opinion as to how that compares to where she "should be" at her age (4 yr, 3 mo). 
Social 
How is Peeper's behavior in class? Does she follow directions and cooperate with teachers?
Peeper has wonderful behavior. She follows directions well for her age. She is always pleasant and cooperative.  
Does she participate in classroom activities or "do her own thing?" Does she participate in class discussion? Does she volunteer answers without being prompted?
Peeper is paying attention and takes everything in. She will participate in class discussions if asked, but does not initiate discussions on her own.  
How self-reliant is she? Does she need more help from teachers that is expected at her age?
She is pretty self-reliant. Normal in all ways for her age. We do still remind her about going to the bathroom, as requested by the parents. 
How does she interact with the other students?
Peeper gets along with the other students, but often engages in parallel play. If another student asks her to play, then she will join in. We are encouraging her to ask the other kids to play.  
What would you say are her strengths socially? Areas of concern, or where growth is needed?
Peeper has the personality where she can get along with anyone! She never has any problems or complaints! I would like to see her grow in her communication with the other kids, volunteer her answers without being prompted and "come out of her shell," so to speak! 
Academic 
How is Peeper doing relative to where you would expect her to be in the following areas:  
Reading Readiness - Knows all letters. [And you can read words with them, but they've not asked you to, so they've never seen you do it.] 
Math / Math Concepts - Identifies numbers 1 - 10. Still working on writing her numbers. [She didn't write it down, but she commented that you "Can count to ten." Actually, you can count to 29 consistently, usually to thirty. With some prompting about the 10s, you can count to 100, and you can also count to 100 by 10s. Again, they don't know that, because they've never asked you to do it.]
Writing / Fine Motor Skills - Fine motor is still developing. Proper holding of the pencil, writing her name. her drawings are still developing. Same with scissor skills. 
What activities are you doing in these areas, and what can we do at home to complement and reinforce your instruction?  
Reading Readiness - Letters make sounds, sounds make words.  
Math - Counting objects, more or less than, writing numbers, estimation 
Language - We work on a nursery rhyme a month, play with words, identify letters and sounds.  
Give plenty of opportunities for free cutting activities. Cut various objects from paper, crepe paper, straws, newspaper, playdough. It will exercise and develop those muscles. Practice holding pencil properly, writing her name and other letters and numbers.  
What would you say are her academic strengths? Areas of concern, or where growth is needed?
No areas of concern. On track - above average for her letter and number identification.  
*Would recommend three days next year. 

And here's what we had to say about you on the Montessori application:

1.  Please describe your family:  applicant’s siblings, relationships, and activities of the family unit.
Peeper lives with her mothers, Whozat (Mama) & Shrike (Mommy), and her two dogs, PerfectPut and BigGaloot. Peeper was conceived by in vitro fertilization using Shrike’s egg and anonymous donor sperm, and Whozat  carried the pregnancy. She has had this information since birth, and can tell you the whole story, from “The doctor took Mommy’s egg,” to “Mama puuushed me out!”

Whozat's family of origin lives in Southeast Texas and she and Peeper travel to visit them four times a year, so Peeper is quite experienced at air travel. To date, she’s made 16 round trips! When in Texas, she visits her grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins, two of whom are in their twenties and two of whom are twins a year younger than her.

Shrike’s family of origin lives in the area, and Peeper enjoys spending time with her grandparents, great-grandfather, aunts and especially her cousins who are 12 and 15.

Shrike works evenings and Whozat has been a fulltime stay-at-home mom until recently, when she began working a few hours a week.

We are very active in the local MOMS Club; Whozat  has been a board member for three years, and Peeper attends activities regularly and has formed many friendships with the other young children in the club.

Peeper currently attends Mother’s Day Out at XYZ Presbyterian Church two days a week, and takes gymnastics and dance class weekly. She also enjoys going to SuperCool Children’s Art Studio, but spends more of her time in the play area than the art area.

We try to attend story time at the library each week. Peeper loves to be read to (and is right on the cusp of learning to read, herself) and enjoys checking out books, both fiction and non-fiction, on a variety of topics that interest her.
2.     Characterize your child’s social characteristics (sense of humor, assertiveness, self-reliance, shyness, etc.).

Peeper is usually a pretty easy-going kid, who adjusts well to about any situation, as long as she’s with us. She’s had a more difficult time adjusting to being away from us for MDO. She is fine once she’s there, and has fun, but “the bye-bye is hard.”

Her teachers at MDO report that she “pays attention and takes it all in” but does not usually volunteer information, or initiate discussions on her own. She does respond to questions, both during formal instruction and informally.

Peeper seems to be well-liked by her peers. She has several “special friends” among the MOMS Club kids, more than one of whom have claimed her as their “best friend.” She says she’s not, and when asked who her “best friend” is, she says, “You, Mama.” We have explained that “you can have lots of best friends.”
Her MDO teachers say that she gets along well with her classmates, but often engages in parallel play, rather than interacting. If another student invites her to play, she will join in, but rarely asks the other students to play.
When she is “out and about” with us, though, and is not put “on the spot,” Peeper is happy to converse with just about anyone; she recently got up in front of a classroom full of college students to show off her new pink sparkly cowboy boots, when prompted by the professor. At other times, such as a “What do you say to the lady?” situation, she’ll clam up and just giggle.

The MDO teachers also report that she follows directions in class, is “pleasant and cooperative” and can “get along with anyone.” They note that she seems to be quite adaptable to changes in routine and new situations.
Peeper has a great sense of humor, and loves to be silly and make jokes. Usually, they are the kinds of things that you’d expect for her age, but occasionally she’ll come out with something that makes us ask “Did she  hear that somewhere? Did she really just make that up?!”

She especially enjoys retelling real-life stories that she’s heard, recasting herself - or her fictional puppy - as the protagonist.

Being an only child, with a stay-at-home mom, Peeper may not be as self-reliant as some other kids her age, because we are usually there to help her with things, and not having anyone to compare her to, we don’t always realize what she should or could be doing on her own.

There are many things that she can handle just fine on her own when she wants or needs to – like going to the bathroom independently at MDO, or putting on a full set of clothes and shoes when creating a costume of her own design – but would prefer help with when she can get it – such as going to the bathroom at home, or getting dressed in “real clothes” to go somewhere.

Recently, we’ve been trying to encourage her to do more things for herself; I’ve set up a couple of “snack stations” for her in the kitchen, where she can help herself to some simple, relatively healthy snacks, I try to hand her clothes and shoes and ask her to put them on. Sometimes she goes with it, but she still wants quite a bit of help with things.
3.    Are there any family circumstances about which we should be aware that might affect your child’s adjustment/performance?
Whozat has been a stay-at-home mom since 
Whozat has been a stay-at-home mom since Peeper's birth, and has just recently begun working part-time.
When she began attending Mother’s Day Out this school year, Peeper had a tough time adjusting to leaving Mama and going to school two mornings a week. Although she is always fine within minutes of me leaving, and she very much enjoys it while she’s there, it was mid-December before we had any “no tears” morning drop-offs, and tears are still the norm both there and at dance class.  
I suspect that there will be an adjustment period at the beginning of the next school year, especially going from two mornings a week to five, but when she starts Kindergarten the following year, I think she’ll do much better if she’s going from five mornings to five full days in the same classroom than from three mornings at MDO to five full days at the public school.
4.    Has the applicant undergone any special educational testing?     YES     X   NO
If yes, please submit results and reports from testing with this application.
5.    Please make any additional comments about your child and/or your family which you feel might be helpful to us.
Peeper is very imaginative, and loves to act out stories, and has an extensive cast of characters that she plays or with whom she interacts, both ones that she’s read or seen in videos, and original ones, being made up as she goes. She especially enjoys bringing inanimate objects to life, and some of them have ongoing storylines. Every evening at bedtime, I witness the interactions between the members of the Toothbrush family and their neighbors, the Combs.

She also enjoys dressing up and has several “costumes” that she’s created herself for certain characters. She especially enjoys pretending to be Santa Claus, and has asked for a “real Santa suit.”

She loves to learn things. I’ve done some home-preschool with her, and she will ask to do “Peeper School at Home with Mama” and play with some of the materials that I’ve put together. Last summer, we did some unit studies, based on just asking her “What do you want to learn about?”

We ended up reading, talking and learning about bears, birds, insects, gardening, African animals and Australian animals for a couple of weeks each.
Peeper's interests are rather eclectic. Like most kids her age, she’s into Sesame Street and that sort of thing, and she fell in love with The Wizard of Oz and The Nutcracker after seeing them performed, then her Nutcracker obsession led to interest in ballet in general. She loves animals of any kind, especially our two dogs, and she very much still misses our cat that died a year ago.
                            
She enjoys helping me cook, and is very into “eating a rainbow” of fruits and vegetables, at least in theory. In the summer, we enjoyed visiting the farmer’s market and tried a few new things, because she picked them out. She’s looking forward to planting a garden again this spring.

Over the past several months, she’s become very interested in the US Presidents, and was very interested in the recent election. It started with asking “Who’s that guy?” when looking at coins, and after several trips to the library, and a couple of sets of president flashcards, she can probably identify more of them by their portraits than most adults can.
6.    Why do you want your child to attend Montessori Academy of Hometown?
When we toured the campus, we didn’t see anything that we didn’t like. Especially when observing the primary class, but even when talking about the curriculum and activities for the older students, we lost count of how many times we thought, “Oh she would love that!” or “That would be perfect for Peeper!”
We think that the individualized learning atmosphere of a Montessori school would be a very good fit for her. She seems to be ahead of her peers in many areas, such as reading and math, but a bit behind in other areas, primarily fine-motor skills.

We are somewhat concerned that at her current preschool or in a public school, she might not be adequately challenged in her strong areas, or receive the needed extra help and adjustments in instruction that she might need to address her areas of concern.

We are told that she follows directions and is well behaved at MDO, but from what we’ve seen in other classes that we’ve attended with her, she is often the kid who isn’t quite doing what everyone else is doing. While the class is marching in step, she’s dancing to the beat of her own drummer.

For example, during “Sporties for Shorties” class in June, everyone else was standing in line for another turn to shoot a basket, and Peeper was lying on the gym floor, flailing her limbs about. When I asked what she was doing, she said, matter-of-factly, “I’m making snow angels!”
Another time, at a mommy and me art class, she was supposed to be painting a flower pot, but the first time she rinsed her brush off and saw the water change color, she completely lost interest in the project. She spent the rest of the session experimenting with mixing different colors of paint in the water.

She wasn’t “misbehaving” in either of those situations, just doing her own thing and following her own interests, which is something that we see as a positive trait, but which we recognize can be a poor fit for a traditional classroom.
She seems to use role play and dramatization to process new information, and often begins acting-out what she’s learning, almost as soon as she’s heard it. For example, when I read her a book about bears, and how they give birth while hibernating, she jumped up mid-story, and declared “I’m a pregnant bear! I’m going to have my babies!” and crawled under her easel, into her “cave.”

We very much want her to be in an educational setting where that kind of a learning style is not only accepted but encouraged. We also like the small class sizes, and the emphasis on individualized learning, while also being a member of a community.
We also very much like the idea of Peeper attending a school that is more diverse, in many ways, than our neighborhood public school, and where we know that our “non-traditional” family will be respected and honored. 
And, as always, here are your greatest hits for the past month:





Peeper: mmmaaaaeeeehh
Mama: Are you an elephant? Or are you just whining?
Peeper: This is an elephant (trumpet)
Mama: Then what are you?
Peeper: I'm a flyin' whinin' monkey!




You were in the shower with Mommy. I don't know what was going on, but I heard say "Whoa! Slippery! That was a cleaning mistake!"




"Bok! Bok! What's under me? An egg? Seriously, an egg? Seriously? An egg is under me? Seriously?"




It was the night before our trip to Texas, you'd been saying "I'm so excited about Texas!" and "I wish Texas was today!" for about three days, and I thought I'd never get you to sleep.
During a trip to the potty, (after telling her that "No, you are NOT going to sleep in the closet," I asked if you were having trouble sleeping because you were excited about the trip, and told you that if you could settle down and sleep, then morning would come faster, and then it would be time to get ready to go to the airport.
You said, "So, let me see if I've got this right. You're saying that I need to get unexcited, then I can sleep, then it will be time to go to the airport?"
Yes. That is what I'm saying.
As we were getting back into the bedroom, I saw you yawn, and right after that, you told me, "I'm not so excited any more."
You were asleep shortly after that.




The next morning:

Mama: Peeper, we need to get up and get ready to go to the airport.
PeeperYAY! YAY! YAY!





The night we got home from Texas, you were on a roll.
After having stopped for both pizza and ice cream on the drive in from the airport (at 7ish) you walked into the office at 10 pm, and asked, in all sincerity, "What's for lunch?"
A bit later, while trying to snuggle in bed with Mommy, Galoot was in your way. You tried to move him with your feet, saying, "Ugh! You big beast!"




AuntyKay gave you 3 sets of BOB Books for Christmas. The first time we tried one, you read half the book herself!
(Technically, that means that you sounded out 4 different words, multiple times. Then you wandered off to play and said she'd finish it later.)
You're really starting to get the idea of decoding (sounding out words), and have a few sight words. You are getting so close to reading. If I just figure out what it is I should be doing with you to help you out, you'll be there soon!




While on your third two-week-old sugar cookie (we made them Christmas Eve), you were going around singing "Sugar is so yummy, I can't stop eating it."
Yes, exactly. That would be the problem.




You woke up the morning after we got home from Texas, asking "Why was today the day to come home from Texas? I LOVE staying with Grandma!"




When I came back from getting you a cup of milk, and found her sitting at my desk, scrolling through Pinterest. I asked, "Whatcha doin' there?" and you said, "I quit. It's for you now," and went back to what you were doing.




Mommy was annoyed with you for getting water all over her desk.

Peeper: Mommy, calm down, just calm down.
Mommy(through clinched teeth): Am I yelling?
Peeper: Not now.




Rules I Didn't Realize Were Necessary:
You may not but water in a bowl and carry it around the house.




You had been bugging me to make sugar cookies since we got back from Texas. You started up with it again and I told you that "I'm just not up to sugar cookies this evening. And besides, I don't think we have the stuff to make them."
A few minutes later, you came over, rubbed my arm and said, "Mama, Giant's always open."
I pulled you into my lap and ask "What?"
You leaned over, cheek to cheek and whispered in my ear, again, "Giant's always open."
"Why are you telling me about Giant?"
"I thought you didn't know."
"Why do I need to know about Giant?"

Again, with the cheek-to-cheek whisper, "We can get cookie dough."
You're nothing if not persistent. I bought cookie dough the next day.




While pretending to be the Cowardly Lion:
If I had courage I'd be King of the Wood.
But I'm just a coward. This lion is no good.

You claim you made that up on your own.




You were playing a word / reading game on my phone, with pictures and 3-letter words. The word was "man" and it was illustrated with a fellow wearing and suit and tie. You identified him as "a president."
When I told you it was a man, you argued with me, saying "But he has a collar! I thought only presidents had collars."
It's possible that by "collar" you mean "tie," but at any rate, perhaps we should be hanging out with a classier crowed.




Mama, your hair's kind sticky-uppy. In the morning, you should put some, some...
Gel?
Yeah, gel. 'Cause nobody wants to see your sticky-uppy hair.




Mama, I started to sneeze and it turned into a yawn!
(Later): Now I call that a yawn!




You found a Chuck E. Cheese token\, and I explained it to you, so you started pretending that you were "Baby Chuck E. Cheese." Then we had this conversation.

Peeper: I want to know: Is Chuck E. Cheese a boy or a girl?
Mama: He's a boy.
Peeper: Sooo, he has a penis?
Mama: Um, yes?




We were trying on hats at Target, and they all seemed to be too big for me. I asked "Do I have a really tiny head? Peeper, am I a pin head?"
You told me, "No, you have only the greatest head in the world!"
I guess my hair isn't too sticky-uppy that day.




Maaaamaaaaa!
Are you still whining about Goldfish?
Noooo, I'm whining about Cheerios!




You picked up your toy phone and says, "Hello, what seems to be the problem? You're out of milk? That's embarrassing!"
Then you said to me, "Moo-cow, somebody's running out of milk!"
I said, "Moooo," and you replied, "Yes, Cow, I know you're hungry, but somebody's running out of milk."




In the tub one evening, you were pretending to be a fish who'd just been stung on the fin by a jellyfish. You had a washcloth "bandage" on it, and various other fish kept swimming by to ask about your injury.
At one point, you said, "I'm thinking about all the things he can't do with a boo-boo fin. Like juggling, or eating sausage."
Later you added "typing."




Mama: Please stop whining!
Peeper: But you said I'm whining because I'm grumpy.
Mama: Well, are you grumpy?
Peeper: My belly doesn't feel like it usually feels.
Mama (concerned): Oh. How does it feel?
Peeper: It feels like it needs to whine.




You're something else, kiddo. And we sure do love you.


Love,
Mama

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Fifty Months

Dear Peeper:
Today, you are fifty months old. Yeah, I know, it's starting to get a little silly to count by months, but if I'm going to write each month, then I sort of have to, don't I?

I almost missed this one, what with Christmas just being a couple of days ago, but I did manage to remember in time to get a few photos of you with Mr. Panda. I may have bribed you with (yet another) sugar cookie to get you to pose for them.

Of course, this has been a crazy-busy month, with pretty much non-stop Christmasing and festiving and such, which was tiring, but also pretty wonderful.

You really "get" Christmas this year, other than the asking-for-gifts part. Maybe it's because you don't watchTV with commercials, so no one's told you what you want, but it was like pulling teeth to get any ideas or requests from you. Pretty much it just came down to "candy and some surprises" again. Okay, seems easy enough.

You also remember several things that we did last year, so you are starting to have a sense of "tradition" already, which is really cool.

We had a really good time with Christopher the Elf. He didn't get into too much mischief, but you sure did have a good time looking for him every morning, and finding him in lots of silly places.

Other than Christmas, your biggest thing this month is that you've finally had some school drop-offs (and dance class send-ins) with no tears!

The next-to-last week of classes, and one day of the last week, you were completely tear-free, with just a little bit of hesitance on the way in.

Just in time for Christmas break, when you'll be off for three weeks. We'll see how it goes when we go back in January.

And, as usual, you've had lots of fun and funny things to say:

One day you were balancing precariously (planking, perhaps) on the arms of your office chair. You were grunting and grunting and finally dropped down in the seat. "Ugh, I'm glad that's over!"



You were being the Grinch, and :stealing Christmas," which involved putting toys in a bag, and taking them to your workshop.
When I discovered that your workshop was the kitchen floor, just as you walk into the room, I asked you, "Can you please find somewhere else to be the workshop?"
You told me, "But that's the only annoying place I can find!"



You scribbled all over your cheeks and chin with a black dry erase markers. I asked "Who are you?" and you said, "Abraham Lincoln's my name!"



You don't like the name of your school.

"Why do they call it Mother's Day Out? It should be called "Mothers Come Back."



One evening, I was lying on your bed when you were supposed to be getting jammies on, etc. You told me "But, I have to jump in this area, so you get up!"



With some help from Mommy, "Baby Jesus" (your sad, raggedy, naked doll - that's its new name) was crying about needing to go to sleep, and you were is telling him, "Shhh, shhh, stop all that crying, take a deep breath, and listen to me. . . ."



While getting strapped into her carseat, you informed me that "I'm Dasher. Santa only has seven reindeer now, because I'm in the car."
I didn't think much of it until I realized that a>You know that Santa has eight reindeer and 2> You know that 8 - 1 = 7



After dance class one evening: "Mama, you didn't know this, but these tights have holes in them."



You: I'm Joseph
Mama: As in Mary's Joseph?
You: Yes. Mary has a headache. That's why I'm up with Baby Jesus.



You told me that you'd been travelling for three day through Europe, looking for Baby PerfectPup, but still hadn't found her! But you found some rocks (plastic balls) "under the bushes," and moved them so she wouldn't step on them. Then we went to look for Baby PerfectPup. You ran into the door facing, and said, "Oh! Bonked into a tree!" Then threw yourself on the floor and said, "Oh! I fell in the grass!" Then "Oh! Here's a clue!" (picked up a glove) "Here's one of her fur paws!"

?!?



"Refrigerator, will you hold this for me? . . . There's no room in you!"



Overheard from the kitchen:
Mommy: All you've eaten today is crap.
You: What is crap?
Mommy: Poop.
You: No, it's not!



We were talking about the dreamcatcher that hangs by your bed, and what "some people believe" it does - stop the bad dreams and let the good dreams come through. Later, out of the blue, you asked, "What is a bad dream, anyway?"

So I told you it was if you dream about something that's a bummer. I don't remember the example you came up with but it was something incredibly minor. I went with it. "Yep, that's exactly what a bad dream is!"



You were just out of the tub, running around in jammie pants only. "I'm SO COLD! My tummy is saying 'Brrr! Get me the top, please! Get me the top!'"



Overheard from the bathtub: "Oh, the lifeguard is a saver in your neighborhood!"



You are so sweet. If we get hurt (like, say, touching a hot pan, like I did while baking cookies the other day), you say, "Take my hand. Come with me," and lead us to the freezer to get an ice pack.



You: I have to do my job!
Mama: What's your job?
You: My job is to write.
Mama: What are you writing?
You: I'm writing the Declaration of Independence for Abe Lincoln!



Did Mommy wash your hair?
Yeah!
Your booty? Yeah! Your toes? Yeah! Your elbows? Yeah!
Your forearms?
I don't have four arms! I have two arms!



"If you put on some pants that a scarecrow wore, you would be itchy!"



You: Polar Bear dot com!
Mama: Polar Bear dot com?!
You: Yep, that's my name, and dot com's my game!



You asked me for some water, and I told you I'd get it after we discussed your Sonic order. After getting that nailed down, you asked me, "Now will you get me water, so I don't have to sit here thirsty while you're gone?
I went to get it, and Mommy said, "So you want water?" and you said, "Mama's going to get it, don't worry, Mommy."
Mommy walked into the kitchen anyway, and you came running in after her, saying, "No! I'm not thirsty enough for two!"



Last week, you asked me to "Place me atop" the potty.
Of course, I've repeated it several times, so it's stuck.



Mommy gave you some Mini M&Ms, but they were a bust. The problem, it seems is that "they're too little and too sugary!"

I've long held that the taste difference between mini and full-size M&Ms is due to the difference in the chocolate : candy coating ratio. I guess that's been confirmed.



You've discovered Charlie and Lola and have been watching them non-stop for days. You're starting to speak with a British accent.



When you opened your Christmas card from me and Mommy, you looked at the picture on the front and said, "Oh, how sweet! A reindeer!"

And you're pretty sweet yourself, kiddo.

Merry Christmas, Happy Month-Day and a very, very Happy New Year to us all.

I love you.


Love,
Mama