Micah and I practice ABC “charts” together, but I never know if he’s retaining anything. It seems that he just wants to “do charts” because Mara does.
But I was encouraged this weekend to know that he is recognizing some letters on his own.
He saw a “XEROX” box and said “‘X’! Two ‘X’!”
Then he gasped, pointing: ” ‘O’!”
Later he accurately identified ‘N,’ ‘S,’ ‘O,’ and ‘X.’ 🙂
He’s making progress!
We slice the kids’ french toast with the pizza cutter, so usually they have about 20 little squares of french toast on their plates.
On Saturday morning, we looked over to see Mara making “letters” with her french toast. First, she made an “L.” Then she made an “F” and an “I.” Ate a few squares. And together we made a “A,” then an “H.” Ate a few more squares. And finally she made a “B” and then a “K.”
I’m sitting here typing, suddenly realizing that some will say, instead promoting of educational eating, we should be teaching her not to play with her food! (They have a point.) But it was still fun to see her little mind working, designing those letters with the squares she had.
Who says you can’t practice your ABCs over french toast?
Breakfast with my 2-year-old son and 3-year-old daughter
Micah sits in his high chair, innocently eating his piece of toast–on a fork.
Mara: “Micah, you don’t use your fork with your toast. Your fork is for your egg.”
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Micah: “Hee-HONK! Hee-HONK!”
Mara: “Micah, it’s Hee-haw, not ‘Hee-Honk.’ There’s no ‘honk.'”
Nothin’ gets past big sister!
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Our three-year-old continues to ask deeper questions.
For instance she asked: “How do they make bacon for the stores?”
Me: “Bacon comes from a pig.”
Mara has a look that she gives me that says ‘I’m-so-confident-that’s-not-true-that-I’m-not-even-going-to-react-to-that-one.’
She gave me that look. And asked again, “No–how do they really make bacon?”
I told her it’s true. They kill the pigs and cut up the meat and take it to the store.
Still not fully convinced, she requested: “Show me a picture of the pig getting killed.”
I did. (This is the age of the internet.)
That pretty much ruined her breakfast.
Yes, of course, it’s peanut butter and jelly. I try to make the meal a little more healthy by adding in baby carrots, raisins/grapes, and yogurt.
While Micah got out plates, Mara carried the jars of peanut butter and jelly to the table for me. “I want peanut butter and jelly to get married, and this is their marriage-ment today!” she declared.
“Look!” Mara exclaimed, holding the jars together. “They’re kissing! ”
I’ll admit, I miss thrift store shopping!
It is just more challenging than ever with three little ones in tow. First of all, the thrift store is not the same as the grocery store, where you know what’s on every aisle and which items your store carries. . . Not to mention, if you do happen to find something that would make a great birthday present, you have to be sure you see it before the kids do, and then somehow you have to hide it from your child for the remainder of the trip.
The thrift store is also hit and miss, so shopping there can be a complete waste of time–or like finding hidden treasure!
This morning we had to make three stops, and since everyone was all loaded up and we were passing right by the thrift store, I decided to stop.
For Carissa, I found little brown shoes with pink bows.
For Micah, several things:
For Mara:
For her birthday:
And then a few impulse purchases:
I wasn’t really sure how much everything was going to cost. Yellow stickers were 1/2 price this week. And kids’ stuff was mostly $1. So I knew it couldn’t be too much.
The grand total was $10.82! I need to go to the thrift store more often!