March 22, 2007 by Barbara.

We read:

• Daddy Kisses by Anne Gutman, three times by Daddy at bedtime. I am missing Ken on Reid’s behalf already;
• The Cat in the Hat by Dr Seuss;
• Who Am I in the Jungle? (no author);
• part of Dr Seuss’ A B C; and
• Go, Dog, Go by P.D. Eastman.

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March 22, 2007 by Barbara.

Wednesday evenings have passed in a blur since September because Reid has had swimming lessons at 6:00. The final night was no exception, was even more rushed, in fact since I had to pick the car up from the garage before getting Reid. (Darn those DriveClean requirements) Luckily, Ken had rode with Paul and so was home to start supper. We walked in to a yummy-smelling house. Reid was slow, like the maple sap on a cold day, but finally made it to the table to eat. Of course, she was as reluctant to stop eating as she had been to start and we dragged her from the table before she was ready. For once we were poolside before Emily led the others to the water. After only three and a half months! We were the last from our class to leave the change room. I usually lay our suits on the towel and then roll it up before putting it in the bag. Reid sometimes helps. Last night, she insisted on unrolling everything and starting over. Beach towels are very large when you are a two-and-a-half. It takes a lot of effort to get the towel flattened for rolling but Reid can demonstrate great patience when she wants to. . There was a woman there with a girl about 10. She watched Reid working so intently and had a bit of a smile on her lips. I suspect I look like that when I see a mother with a baby who is feeling a bit rushed; I love the memories and wish the mother could enjoy the time because it goes so fast. I slowed my thinking and noticed how precise and focused Reid was on her task. She can be impatient as all get out and become frustrated sometimes in a nanosecond. But often, she works quietly at a task (maybe because she set it for herself?). My thanks to the other mother for reminding me that the time goes so fast and I should appreciate the “now”.

As we walked down the hallway to the lobby where Ken was waiting, Reid touched and called out the colours of the tile on the wall. There’s a pattern of red, yellow, blue and white tiles. Ken was grinning and walking towards us as we got to the lobby. He could hear Reid’s colour identification, apparently. Reid knows many colours but not a lot about stealth.

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