Ran on indoor track today while Bubbles was in gymnastics. Yes, she is taking gymnastics and loves it. We put her in the class to have her learn to wait in line etc and thought it would be temporary. She's been doing it for almost a year now. She started at 19 months. She's in with the 3 year olds at the gym and at her school.
We discovered last November when she was 22 months old that she can read. She read the FBI warning on the DVD. Yep. She is very driven and wants to read everything. We don't watch TV news around her anymore because of the ticker-tape at the bottom (Mommy, what is murder?). We can't let her see the newspaper. We thought we were safe letting her read the ads - nope. "Mommy, what is tampons?" She can read many things when she wants to but has no context for most things. It is very strange and very challenging.
So some of you (Sarah, a wonderful blog-friend) may be wondering exactly why I stopped blogging for a while. Well how do I explain? I am being fundamentally changed by a circumstance at my work. I haven't completely figured out the metaphor for what is happening. Am I sand being turned into glass? Not sure, I don't feel very fragile. Am I a caterpillar being turned into a butterfly? Not sure about that either? I don't feel like I was squishy and ugly before (although some caterpillars are kind of cute) and I don't feel like I am becoming more beautiful. Or am I coffee grounds that when put into hot water, I am making a robust, rich, tasty surrounding and fundamentally changing the hot water.
I figured out I stopped blogging last June before I left for Africa. We went to Africa and we had a wonderful relaxing time. I came home to a disaster that turned my world upside down... |