Namine is being eaten by a dinosaur. Scary!
Namine just called me in to tell me that she’d had a dream about flying. She didn’t want to go back to sleep, for fear that she would have the dream again, this time only to fall. I held her and sang to her until she feel back asleep.
“What are you drawing, Namine?” “A spaceship.” “Why are you drawing a spaceship?” “It’s for Aunt Lydia, because she’s singing in space.” “I think Aunt Lydia might just be singing in Europe.” “Yes. She’s singing in Europe, in space.”
It’s about time we had some warm weather again. Namine does love her some chalk drawing. The irony, of course, is that we just got a crazy storm last night. And it’s supposed to be rainy all weekend.
Because I can never get enough of seeing Namine do what they said she’d never be able to.
I completely forgot to write about Namine’s speech pathology appointment last week. I wasn’t able to go myself, but Jessica took Namine and told me about it later. I regret to report that the pathologist is still an idiot.
If you can have a conversation with your child, that’s a pretty good sign they don’t need surgery on their mouth.