… or the March 4 post covering February 2016. I’m less than a week late! Woohoo!
The enthusiasm for Star Wars continues. One day I did her hair in the three bunches Rey has, and she was thrilled. Then she found a stick, and said, “Rey has a stick. I have a stick, too!”
I was excited to show the kids the new Finding Dory trailer, because Finding Nemo is one of our favourites, and we’re planning for Finding Dory to be the first film Owlet sees in the theatre this summer. She was so thrilled about the trailer and the plan that she started telling everyone at school that she had been to a movie theatre, and was going to go after school, and… right. This is an excellent example of the kind of magical thinking she engages in. Her educator usually checks with me at the end of the day to confirm various facts, because Owlet’s make-believes are so detailed and sincere that it’s hard to separate what’s imagined and what’s fact.
Also, she says “movie heater” instead of “movie theatre,” and while it is utterly adorable, we suggested we call it the “cinema” instead, which she readily accepted. It’s much easier for her to say.
The kids both saved up their money and they each bought a new playset for Disney Infinity this past month. Sparky bought the Rise Against the Empire set with Luke and Leia, and Owlet bought the Inside Out set with Joy and Anger. (I love that my kids are willing to buy toys that they intend to share and can both play with.) She was so excited to put her money in a little wallet, find the playset in the store, and carry the bag after buying it. This is the second thing she has bought with her own money (the first was a Periwinkle doll from the Disney Fairies line) and it’s been interesting talking to her about how to save money and consider what to spend it on. There have been serious discussions about how yes, she could take the money she currently has and buy X, but she was saving that money to buy Y, and if she spends what’s currently there then she has to start all over again if she still intends to purchase Y.
Her colouring majorly leveled up this past month — her colour choices, control over colouring specific small regions and staying inside lines has suddenly improved. Drawing has also leapt up a level; wow, her flowers and people! (I can’t find any of her recent people, unfortunately; I think she gave them all away.) More adding landscape and/or environment to the basic picture: those are fish all along the bottom of the water fairy’s picture on the left and bubbles around her, and flowers around the garden fairy on the right. She drew frames around them both.
This month’s music classes introduced the recorder, the clarinet, and the transverse flute.
And during the last one, the flute class, she actually paid attention. Sort of. At least she didn’t whine and try to climb all over me.
The children have a new musical obsession. Ceri bought me the Hamilton cast album, and that has mostly replaced Hunchback as what they ask to listen to in the car. Owlet says, “Can we listen to the one where they say, ‘What’s your name, man?’“) and wanders around the house chirping, “Alexander Hamilton… my name is Alexander Hamilton…” to herself.
I cut Owlet’s hair again a couple of weeks ago, and I cut off more than I intended. She likes wearing it loose and down, and it was getting in the way everywhere, so I told her she needed to start agreeing to having it pinned back or we could trim it. She immediately chose the cut. We discussed how much to trim; she wanted it shorter, just above her shoulders, but I wanted to be sure there was still enough length to do the Elsa braids she asks for periodically. So I put it in a ponytail and misjudged where to cut. Stupid rookie mistake. Anyway, it’s shoulder length, and the curls are already bouncier (although not as bouncy as they were when they were originally that length), and it’s exactly where she wanted it. I’d cut three inches off just before Christmas because the ends were getting scraggly; that was her first real haircut other than bangs. This was another two and a half inches gone. Eek. It just feels cumulatively drastic.
And then she didn’t want me to take a picture, or to go to school the next morning, because she was afraid people would laugh at her because we cut her hair. I can’t even. How can this start so young?
Storytime! Sparky has started to read the Geronimo Stilton and the Kingdom of Fantasy series to Owlet. It’s hard to get them both wanting to do it at the same time; Owlet often asks and Sparky says no because he’s not in the mood, but when it happens it’s terrific. (Psst, this is the new haircut, too.)
We finished On the Banks of Plum Creek and began By the Shores of Silver Lake. It was hard for Owlet to wrap her head around the idea that four or five years had passed, Mary had gone blind in the interim, and there was a new baby. (More than that actually happened during that gap; the Ingalls family moved a couple of times, and there was a son born who died at the age of nine months.) We tried starting Anne of Green Gables, but it’s a bit wordy for her, so we switched to Winnie-the-Pooh.
Owlet’s educator told me something a couple of weeks ago that I have to share. The kids are all currently into pretending people are in trouble and swooping in to save them. The gym set is the safe zone, and the mats under it are the water they’re in, or the quicksand, or whatever. Well, one of the kids found Owlet on the gym set and said, “You can’t be here, no one saved you!”
“I rescued myself,” Owlet said. (I can just imagine the unimpressed look she gave the kid over the top of her glasses as she said it, too.)