Reid, Ken and I were all in the basement on Monday morning, moving furniture and toys around. I was casting a sharp eye on toys that I don’t think are earning their keep and Ken was sorting through books and papers with the same sort of thoughts in his head. Reid discovered her chalk under a chair (who knowa why) and went to her easel chalkboard to draw. She proudly pointed to an arc with a line in the centre and announced that she’d made an “m”. It even looked like one. Then, she drew a straight line and put a dot on top and declared it an “i”. She drew a few more “i’s” while I watched but didn’t repeat the “m”. If only we’d named her “Mimi”, she’d be able to write her own name!
I helped her to make a few “r’s”. We made big ones, a huge one and a teeny-tiny one. Reid liked it and I remember reading somewhere that writing is sometimes easier on an easel. We’ll have to do it some more since it’s too late to change her name.