She loves to play Charades
She also loves playing Hungry Hungry Hippo!
She loves being read too! She could cuddle up for hours and listen to stories. We've just started Alice in Wonderland, it's the first non picture book she's letting me read to her. I'm excited that we've made it to a book that interest me too!
She loves to dress up.
She pretends to be a different animal every day and each one has a specific name we're instructed, and often corrected, to call her. If she's a cat it's daisy, a horse is Annabelle, a dinosaur is Little foot, or Ruby or Ali, and the list just goes on. I appreciate her imagination except the time I was trying to gather her from her school picnic and she kept running away from me into the field beyond yelling "Wild horses run free!"
She really likes horses! But dinosaurs are still her favorite.
She was in tears one night in a restaurant bathroom "But Mommy, I really want TO BE a horse, I want to be a REAL horse." It really broke me heart, her desire was so sincere.
She loves baking and just today got a empty container from recycling and filled it with water then just about anything she could find, spices, dried fruit, frozen peppers... I entered the room as she was cracking an egg into her concoction.. luckily she hasn't tried to actually eat anything she's made.
She's always making up songs here are a few
"People in Africa have to walk a long way for water, so they have to drink TAP water." Ahh, if only...
She made this song up on her way to school today "At our old home we had Samaras but now we don't" I had to ask her 3 times to repeat what we used to have until finally she said "Samaras Mom, they're the real name for whirligigs, some people also call them helicopters." I know whirligigs are the fruit that falls from Maple trees but never in my life knew they were really called Samaras! I had to google it when I got home.
A joke "Mommy, what to hear a joke?" "Why did the dog climb the tree?" - why- " Because he wanted to jump down onto a car and go somewhere" and she laughs...she has a million of these!
Ella has always been opinionated about her clothes, but now she doesn't even let me give her choices. Recently I got to her room and she was already in bed and surprised me by having already picked out a complete outfit for school the next day. She'd chosen red pants with white polka dots and a purple shirt, purple undies, purple sox. She was so proud of herself for picking her outfit without being told to do so. I was quite proud of her too, but sometimes it is hard for me to bite my tongue about the outfits she's so excited to wear.
Some recent questions:
"Does milk hydrate too or just water?"
"Mommy, when are we going to get in the car and drive back to our nice house?"
Our new house is quite a bit smaller than our old house (less than half the size actually) But I love it, it's simple and open and all we need (and much quicker to clean!) . One of the big draws for me to moving west was to downsize, and live more green.
Ella is a very strong willed girl! She can flash a look that says "I know exactly what your asking me to do and I am going to do the opposite." I know I deserve this, I gave my parents so many gray hairs! I know exactly where Ella got her attitude, But God have mercy on me! The other day we were at a store and I wouldn't buy her the snack she wanted so she picked up a bag of chips flashed me "the look" and threw them on the floor. I calmly told her to pick them up and put them back she picked them up walked down a few rows of chip and put them in the wrong spot. I had to tell her that we wouldn't go to the dog park if she didn't put them back, that worked. As we were trying to leave the store she lingered and kept her arm in the door resting in it so it couldn't close. I gave her a few warnings to come with me than scooped her up at which point she started screaming and kicking and I really thought someone would think I was abducting her. I got her back in the car and said we weren't going to the dog park. She was screaming and crying arching her body so I struggled to get her in her seat. She told me repeatedly "Mommy's a bad mommy if she doesn't bring Summit to the dog park." It actually didn't bother me much that she was saying this, I just corrected her she then said "Mommy hurts my feeling by not going to the dog park" and "I"m not going to let you be my mommy anymore if we don't go to the dog park." We didn't go to the dog park. Home, Snack, rest time, where she cuddled up to me as I read her stories and she was so sweet. "I was just too tiered to go to the dog park" she said. No kidding. How I fear her teen years!
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This was awesome to read and I felt like I was there for the tantrum. We had one Monday, I'll have to write about it soon. Miss you guys!
Oh, my -- yes, the teen years will be a struggle for you. Gabi is starting to give me that attitude, but it isn't nearly as well articulated. I do enjoy reading about all the activities Ella likes to do. I should teach Gabi to play Charades, too.
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