Every day Alice is quiet and practically perfect. She loves art and playing small. Tuesday morning she spent a few hours playing with some slime--rolling it out, cutting it apart, putting it in small containers, putting it all back together, repeat, repeat, repeat.
She'll also spend hours painting. She loves painting.
We went to the library a few days ago and picked out a book a tape, which she listened to until the battery died.
She's also so smart. Just in her small, quiet way. I've rededicated myself to teaching her how to read and am impressed everyday by how well she can sound out words and spell. She isn't boastful about it, she just does it--mostly because she wants to play on the computer.
Until we get in the car that is. Alice hates NPR. Hates it. And she's figured out how to get me to turn off the radio--a constant barge of questions about everything. We all know that kids are super good at asking questions, but Alice wins. She doesn't just ask "Why? Why? Why?" she asks unique questions and then follow up questions and can keep it up until we get wherever we're going. I should probably thank her. I have almost no idea what's going on in the Trump administration. Blessed bliss.
Alice has her moments, though she is slowly learning to control her tantrums and work positively through her problems, which are related to food and shoes. She eats pasta and cereal. She actually likes a lot of food, but convincing her to put it in her mouth is another story. And shoes. Alice hates most shoes, except for all the really ugly shoes that I hate, and Stride Rites. She also hates most socks. It's near melt down mode if the shoes touch her foot in the wrong way, which is most ways.
Nevertheless, Alice is the one child I don't have to worry about most days and I appreciate her that, in addition to a lot of other things.
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