Edie's about to start her 2nd year of preschool, and I was filling out her paperwork today. It's mostly just boilerplate stuff where I just have to remember not write my mom's name in the line marked "parent", but one of the pages asks about the student, so they can learn a little about her. And I was thinking how great it would be if I could somehow save what I wrote so Edie could look at it when she's older, or, more likely, I'll look at it when she's older and remember her at 3 years old. Or, as she says, 3 again. And then I was like, what in the world else is this blog good for but just that. Problem solved!
PaperMoon, September 2015
Edie loves to laugh. She's very friendly and really enjoys playing with other children. She is easy going and inclined to share. She likes to talk about outer space and butterflies. She likes to hear made up stories that feature her as a central character. She occasionally plays on her own and makes up her own stories. She likes drawing, painting, playdough, and making special cards for her friends.
I didn't write this, but I'll add this in, for future me: Edie and I have really turned a corner in our relationship. Our interactions these days are sweeter than they've been since Posy was born. I mean, for the most part. She's still stubborn and defiant and just regular, but she loves to help me, and she's always asking if she can help clean or cook or write. She wanted to help me fill out the PaperMoon papers, so I gave her some extra calendar sheets and she filled every day in with a drawing of a different person she knows.
Sometimes we have rough endings to our days, when people are tired and the only rope left is the very, very end, so when she lays down to go to sleep and just before I sing her her songs (Twinkle, Twinkle and Frere Jacques--every night), I like to talk about our whole day, and remember the fun we had, and to remind us both that, all in all, it's a pretty good life.