My Girl

Helping momma make waffles...

Lately Abi, age 3, has been begging me to do "big girl school" with her. I usually give her a coloring book to work on while Nate and I work on his penmanship but the last few days she has been adamant that she's big enough for "real work".

This morning she held up her little arms and said, "Mommy, I grew this much while I was sleeping. Can I please have a real school book now?" How could I resist?

Her "real school book" is a Preschool Press "My Very First See and Know Dictionary" that takes you through the alphabet and helps recognize and learn the letters, many of them which she already knows. She was so excited and couldn't wait to tell her daddy that she started school today! We did about 4 pages and then I had to convince her to take a break and help me make lunch.

She has a love of learning and is always asking smart questions. The other day we set up some sticky paper to catch some pesky mice. The next morning we discovered 2 mice, alive, on the piece of sticky paper under the sink. My first thought was to quietly get rid of them, but, what a perfect science opportunity! Abi got a chance to get up close and touch them and study them to her little hearts' content. (I really like that sticky paper; it's not poisonous or messy and, it's perfect for satisfying a 3 year-old's curiosity!) This lead to a conversation about why we had to get the mice out of the house. That then lead to questions about what mice eat, etc.

Abi learned a lot that day and the following day when she watched me dissect and clean a fish for lunch. We even got to see the fish eggs! She later told me that she loves all the animals God sends us.

She's growing into quite the young lady. Her hair has to be combed and fixed, lipgloss applied and scarf tied a certain way before she steps out the door. She loves her dresses and wants to be a ballerina when she grows up. She sings beautifully and is always making up silly rhymes. She can make me laugh then bring tears to my eyes from one minute to the next.

And to think that I was told by callous doctors to abort her because she was not "viable". Aren't you glad God has the last word?