P is distinguishing colors now. It’s been maybe a couple weeks since I noticed she would pick up the orange crayon when I asked her to pass me the orange crayon. Last week while we were in the car on our way to yoga she saw a green street sign and said “Look Mamma the sign matches my bar!”…meaning her Whole Foods fruit bar. She was right. They were both kelly green with white text. The correlation between color and objects is sinking in.
For the past two days P has been asking to watch 399 or 699 and I couldn’t figure out what she was talking about. I called our neighbor T, who knows her often better than I do, to see if she knew what she was talking about. No idea. Then out of sheer coincidence I was changing the channel instead of watching a DVRed show and realized Nick Jr is channel 169!
I’ve been talking to P more in Spanish and asking her to talk back to me in Spanish. She cracks me up when she’s learning new words in both languages. She watches my mouth intently and tries to mimic what I’m doing. It’s really exaggerated so she looks like a badly dubbed Bruce Lee movie.
I’ve been cooking a lot lately. With our CSA box delivery…I should say two fruit/veggie boxes every week I have to make an effort to consume all those greens in time. Salads our part of every single meal except breakfast. I realized how this has become a part of P’s reality when she was making “meals” for D and I this evening in her half finished kitchen. Her second meal, after soup, was a salad….a beautiful one I must say out of wood and cloth veggies.
Tonight P traded milk for a cookie. I’m surprised and proud.
I’m really tired these days. I’m glad I’ve been stockpiling food in the freezer. It’s come in hand these last two days. I applied for a paid blogging position with Flor. I didn’t get it. I’m glad I applied for it and feel up for type of work but I think it’s the Universe telling me the time is not right. It, He, She knows better than I do.
