Wrote her name again.
Grocery Day. Friendly with the cashiers, as always. Lucy said something about "all the grocery days in the universe!" and I told her she sounded like the Doctor. The cashier said she did indeed, but she needed a bow tie and a fez. Good times... She decided before we even left the house that she would choose juice for her thing to pick out at the stores, and she stuck to it! This is great, because I've been trying to get her to think ahead and follow through by talking about her "plan", even for very little things. I was inspired by a chapter in the book NurtureShock.
Ski boat on The Price Is Right. I found a YouTube video of someone water-skiing for her to watch.
Watched Despicable Me.
Had been bugging me all day to read her a book we got from the library, R2-D2 and Friends (a DK early reader book), so I finally did. Got to explain what an index is in the back of a book. She found a page where she could read some of the words, and she lingered on it for quite a bit, asking me what some of the words were. I could sense her frustration, but it never boiled over. Then she wanted to see a Donk droid in action. YouTube obliged with some fan costumes. And we talked about how Darth Vader used to be a little boy, but he made some bad decisions, then he got hurt, then he got his suit, then he kept making bad decisions.
Walked to the park. We were at the playground for about 3 minutes before she decided she had to pee, so we walked back home. On the way back she was talking about chickens and how "they lay eggs and then their baby pops out! And it's a chick!"
I'm working on finding the right ways to approach the cleaning of her playroom. Today I tried offering to help her clean up one thing. We picked up all her Duplos together. And then she spent half an hour playing with them. Yup.
Then she got out my new mop and my spray bottle of dish soap and water that I was using to kill ants and "played mop". Well she did part of the kitchen, then she moved on to the bathroom (and sprayed just about everything, including the toilet paper), then moved on to our bedroom, where I had to stop her from spraying the rug and my (antique) dresser. But she did do the mirror. Then she moved on to the dining table before she got bored and moved on to roller skating.
Asked the word for "OK" in Spanish.
Wanted to listen to a certain song on iTunes. Saw the name of another song and read it "Three For Me". Was actually "There For Me", and we talked about how it was the same letters, but in a different order, so the words sound different.
Wanted to look at pictures of animals on Google. Gorillas and monkeys before we told her it was time for pajamas.
After dinner she was saying that Norman was sounding like Vector (from Despicable Me) and that he was "creeping her out". He started to tell her that Vector is Jason Segel (who she knows from The Muppets), but I tried to stop him. But it was too late -- she wanted to know what he was going to tell her. So he started by explaining that Despicable Me was a cartoon and what that means. Then moved on to the fact that an actor has to do the voice and pretend to be Vector. Then she said, "Who is that actor?" So he said, "Jason Segel. You've seen him in another movie, so you know what his face looks like!" She said, "Yeah! He looks like Walter's brother!" So it was not as traumatizing as I was afraid it would be. Of course. Then I showed her a little flip book I had made in high school to show how cartoons work.
Norman read her Click Clack Moo: Cows That Type.
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