It's official. Poppy isn't a baby anymore. She isn't even a toddler. Even though she's still only two, she's a little girl who is surprising me every day with her grown up-ness.
Like, for instance, when she started writing letters last week. She was "drawing," and I thought it might be fun to start teaching her how to write the first letter of her name. You know, just introduce the idea of writing letters down on paper. I didn't think she'd be interested, let alone have the fine motor skills required to control a pen, but I decided to give it a whirl.
So I said, "First you draw a stick. Then you draw a bump." And she did. All by herself. Just like that. Then she started giggling and going crazy and wanted to do it again and again.
Here are her cute little hands...
And here are some of her cute little P's (bonus points if you can spot them in that mess)....
The scribbled blobs are there because she wanted some of the P's to be "sparkly." Yeah, she's a girl.
We're onto O's now, which are a breeze because circles are apparently old hat. So I guess I've been underestimating her and have most likely already stunted her learning. She probably would have written the next great American novel by now if I wasn't so behind.
2 comments:
Oh, the sparkly ones are just divine. ;) ;) I want to see the rest of those letters to her name when she masters them...tomorrow morning. :)
Well... she really only has Y to go..
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