Congratulations on the 2 new babies and also on the one on the way!
We are happily continuing the completely unstructured unscheduled summer into fall. DH will be moving to another office halfway accross the country, so we are gearing up for that, but do not have a timeline yet. We will also be continuing our never ending trips around the country visiting relatives. We have 5 trips planned before the new year. Some with DH and some without.
So obviously preschool and weekly commitments are out the window. But, we are actually having bunches of fun.
DD has begun her quest for knowledge in the last few weeks. Everything is something to be learned, memorized, catalogued, and then spat back at me at a later time.
A new favorite activity of hers is to name a continent and then all the animals who live there. Or name a planet and then a fact about it. Or list all the birds she knows. or snakes. Or catalogue everyone she knows as either a baby, little girl, little boy, woman, etc.
To give you an idea how she learns, the other day she was holding a toy dinosaur in her hand and I asked her who it was. She said, "Spinasaurus. He has a spine, see? I have a spine, too." I said, "Oh, yeah?" She countered, "yes, all -oomans have spines." It took me a second to realize that she learned that from a book months ago. I can't remember exactly but there was a small part about invertabrates/vertabrates and something about humans having spines.
I took her to the museum last week and from my ergo she was correctly yelling out the names of the dinosaur skeletons. Then, at the crystal exhibit, she took it upon herself to ask me their names and remember them. I overheard her today mumbling, "calcite, malachite, azurite, hematite" over and over again...
She is a narc. She loves to tattle and explain why an act is wrong. I lifted her up into the shower a bit rought and she looked at me sternly, "Ow, mommy, you hurt my armpit. You need to be more careful. I have feelings."
If I toss a toy I get a lecture.
She had a scab hanging off her face and I wanted to get it cause it was ready. She blocked my advance and said, "no no. Just leave my scab alone. It's mine." Then she looked at it in the mirror and deadpanned, "what is going on with my face?" DH and I about died laughing.
She keeps asking me what things are real, and what things are not. It is hard to explain. I really need to just deflect her questions because I just don't know what the right answer is sometimes. Everything is real. Nothing is real.
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She'll have roughly 3 classes a week, which is a LOT for someone who has never even had a non-family babysitter (other than daycare when she was a baby), but it was her decision.
That's great - I remember experiencing a move at 6 as traumatic - I have to say it involved moving from a university town to a very conservative backwatwer and I never recovered socially...
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