Mike!
John left “on some errands” today and returned with a bird. A real live parakeet. Sophie named him Mike, presumably because we’d just been talking about my uncle Mike coming for Thanksgiving. Mike the Parakeet. He’s a lovely addition, if not a little unexpected. We hope to do better by him than we’ve done with the fish and the caterpillar and the ants.
What else have we been up to? Lots of paper mache and a beautiful pink pinata the color of Pepto Bismol. Sophie drew a butterfly on it and then proceeded to cover it with a flourish of perfect letters. We haven’t done much writing recently, as she seemed to be doing it for me more than for her own enjoyment. I decided to step back from it for a while; not even suggest she use letters in her drawings. She’s been drawing bugs and crocodiles and butterflies, people with long bodies and heads with hair. She “signs” her work with a sun on the back. I adore her pictures. And then tonight she showed such comfort and willingness with making letters. Again, I’m reminded to let her lead the way. She will write when she’s ready. She will read when she’s ready.
It’s just around the corner.
I love coming here and reading your voice of sanity and reason when I am so often surrounded by just the opposite in my everyday world. You rock!