Oh, Maggie. She has decided to be a little contrary lately. When it's a school day she insists she does not want to go. Then when it's a day off, she'll ask if she can go. (School is a work in progress. I think she underestimated the amount of new things she'd have to learn just to operate in the classroom. And she told me there are too many kiddos. But we're role-playing at home, me playing Ms. Kim, in hopes that she'll get a little more confident in her new surroundings. And yes, I do abuse my acting role sometimes, saying things like "Pretend I'm Ms. Kim and I just told you to go pee; what would you do?") After swallowing a few bites of muffin she'll ask what's in it. "Squash from our garden." "I don't like squash," and she'll refuse to eat the rest. When asked what choice she'd like to make, A or B, she'll often make up a nonsense word for an answer and think it's hilarious. But it's not so funny when mom or dad then makes the choice for her. Bedtime has also been a bit of a struggle for the past couple of weeks. It's like she just decided she would like to have a fight at the end of the day. So we've now instituted a sticker chart where if she goes quietly to naptime or bedtime, she gets a sticker. Then after five stickers she gets to go to the ice cream store and choose a flavor for a cone. We got our first cone yesterday. Woo hoo!
Not to say that it's been a terrible week. For one thing, we got our "new" piano hand-delivered by the Albuquerque contingent and have all been practicing away! Maggie is especially cute on the piano bench. She'll sit and put her hands on the keyboard, twinkling her fingers back and forth with her eyes shut and her head swaying from side to side as if to some beautiful melody. Quite endearing.
