A conversation:
Junie: "Can we have a talk?"
me: "What do you want to talk about?"
J: "Should we read a book now or after nap."
me: "After nap sounds nice."
J: "My thinking is now."
So we did.
Scissors: we are letting Junie start experimenting with scissors (blunt-nosed, kid-sized, highly supervised). She likes to hold them in this horribly twisted position that makes my wrist ache to look at (seriously, I'm not even sure I *could* cut that way) but can make cuts and is very pleased with herself for doing so. If I reposition her hand to something more reasonable, she immediately moves it back when I let go, and it's not really fun for either of us for me to nag her about it constantly. Do I assume that eventually she'll figure out that she has better control if she holds them right, or am I letting her form a terrible habit that will plague her for years to come?
Pregnancy: *so* pregnant. Last night it was blorping around and it was both the highest and lowest I've ever felt it. Because it's huge, one assumes. Hey, kid, perhaps you would like to continue becoming enormous somewhere *other* than my limited internal space? (Kid would probably argue my space isn't limited, my belly can just keep stretching forward indefinitely...)
Junie: "Can we have a talk?"
me: "What do you want to talk about?"
J: "Should we read a book now or after nap."
me: "After nap sounds nice."
J: "My thinking is now."
So we did.
Scissors: we are letting Junie start experimenting with scissors (blunt-nosed, kid-sized, highly supervised). She likes to hold them in this horribly twisted position that makes my wrist ache to look at (seriously, I'm not even sure I *could* cut that way) but can make cuts and is very pleased with herself for doing so. If I reposition her hand to something more reasonable, she immediately moves it back when I let go, and it's not really fun for either of us for me to nag her about it constantly. Do I assume that eventually she'll figure out that she has better control if she holds them right, or am I letting her form a terrible habit that will plague her for years to come?
Pregnancy: *so* pregnant. Last night it was blorping around and it was both the highest and lowest I've ever felt it. Because it's huge, one assumes. Hey, kid, perhaps you would like to continue becoming enormous somewhere *other* than my limited internal space? (Kid would probably argue my space isn't limited, my belly can just keep stretching forward indefinitely...)
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