She adjusted well to the new house for the first week or so, and she seems to love all the space to explore inside and outside, but she just can't handle disappointments of any kind. She rules everything. But we're starting to burn out on tantrums-ville. I just lie her down gently when she's having one now and walk away. I call it parenting.
Going up and down steps= fun
Singing and clapping together
Just going on a little indoor picnic
Walking with Dada in Port Jeff
She LOVES books. James did too, but this seems more somehow? She brings us a never-ending stream of books all day and we feel compelled to read them to her, especially if she brings us different ones. Her favorites are Potty, Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus, Dora and the Rainy Day, the Belly Button Book, and ¿Dónde está el ombliguito? But this list isn't exhaustive.
Pretending to read out loud.
She's kind of the boss of James. She's kind of the boss of all of us. She's so deeply uninterested in the word "no" that she hasn't even bothered to learn to say it. She says yes, but just shakes her head no when she doesn't want something. Mostly she communicates in other ways. She understands a lot of what we say and makes herself very understood too.
Going for a drive.
They are buddies still.
One new thing, is that James will start preschool after Labor Day. In an effort to make him feel more comfortable we enrolled him in his school's summer "camp" program for three weeks before school starts. James is psyched. Miranda, however, hates seeing James and Dada go off somewhere without her. She sits at the door like she does when we put her shoes on to go out. James thinks she should be able to go because there are kids her age at his school in the daycare rooms. He pretends to be at school at home and tells her to go back to her "center" when she's bothering him.
Girls' time on James's first day at "camp"