It’s been a while since I wrote here. My little girl is three and a half. She says things that are hilarious all the time, but often they are part of very long sentences (sometimes the complexity of the sentence is what makes her comments so funny…but also hard to remember long enough to get them written down). She also has had few milestones lately, other than the start of preschool last fall.
The past weeks, though, have included some big steps for our little girl.
Just after Christmas, she had the opportunity to go to the beach for the first time. It was a pleasant day on the Gulf coast of Florida with relatives. She enjoyed jumping over gentle waves and playing in the white sand. What she remembers most is the seagull who sneaked up and boldly snatched food from her aunt’s hand when the aunt was not looking.
On January 2nd, she went sledding for the first time, accompanied by Mom and two intrepid uncles. I was ready to send her down the big hill all alone, but one uncle convinced me to walk around the park toward a miniature hill. When we got there, our girl wanted even flatter terrain. Finally she agreed to sled with grownups holding her hands and running beside her. Then she graduated to just one adult keeping up with her. Then, slowly, we let her go on her own. After a few rides, she learned how to adjust her balance mid-slide to keep from toppling over.
As the sun crept toward the horizon, she grinned up at us and suggested, “How about…five more times?” Five became ten. We walked toward the big hill and one uncle pointed out the slightly higher slope we had bypassed earlier. He mentioned that she might tackle that when she’s five years old. But suddenly, that longer ride looked fun, so she did it then. She kept going until after the sun set. Sledding was a hit.
Today (the 7th in Mountain Time), she did something that amazed her mother. We noticed a stop sign in the morning. She pointed it out, and I asked what it said. “Stop,” she replied. (She used to say it said “stop sign,” which is why I asked.) In the afternoon as we were driving, she began to sound it out.
Long pause. Mom bites her tongue, waiting to see what will happen next.
It was the first time she had chosen to sound out a word on her own.
And then, with the letters only in her head, not visible in front of her, she said, “S-T-O-P spells ‘stop.'”
Now there was a milestone worth noting. Proud mama here.