Parenting is going swimmingly. Nothing major going on at all, but I thought I'd pop in to give a little update, since all I've talked about in the past few weeks is food and poop.
Ella received the student of the month award at school. I attended the award ceremony at her school last week to witness the honor. She's such an amazing little girl and surprises me with every turn. She's reading and writing every moment she gets and never seems to get bored. She is also into math and recites counting in various forms, ie: by twos, fives, tens, etc.
She is also in pre girl scouts called the Daisies. I just went to the girl scout office today and purchased her vest and attached her little earned badges. One of the badges, roller skating, which she earned a few weeks ago, was so cool I bought one for myself. I bet it's not allowed for adults wearing a badge, but I'm totally going to sew it onto one of my own t-shirts.
Since I still unemployed, I have signed up to be a co-leader for her troop. I may end up regretting my decision, but I'll give it a go. It seems little girls actually like me. They can look past the piercings and tattoos and just see a friendly woman. I noticed this phenomena when we went roller skating. I was wearing a short sleeved shirt, so my ink was out, but little girls kept asking me for help. There I was, holding hands with my own daughter and other little girls who wanted help, all while their snotty mothers watched with rolling eyes from the sidelines. Ha. Whatever ladies.
Allison is causing me to pull my hair out. She's constantly fighting with Ella, always the aggressor. She just can't keep her hands to herself. I don't know what to do, I'm at the end of my rope with her. She's good all day when with me, yet when Ella gets home, she goes insane. I try to give her so much attention, yet she still acts out. Maybe it's still the transition of being the middle child, but man, it's been a year. I don't know how long I can handle it. But I've got no choice.
She is really learning a lot from Ella's studies in school. She copies her at every turn and is right there next to her, teaching herself how to read and do math. Although her behavior has a lot to be desired, her learning is amazing. I'm so proud of her.
Karl is doing great. Still not walking, but I know it will happen in it's own time. He's already 13 months! Both girls walked before their first birthday, but Karl is perfectly happy to get around by crawling. He stands by himself a lot, but if movement is necessary, down on his knees he goes. He shows absolutely no interest in walking. He does love his little walker, and if positioned, he'll take off walking with it. But other than that, nada. Oh well, in his own time.
He's started crying when I drop him off at daycare though. It breaks my heart. He's such a momma's boy! His teachers say he stops crying right away, but still - I hate it. Booo.
See? I told you nothing was going on!