WTFour : March 2015

We’ll see how this goes for WTFour monthly-ish updates.  That way I won’t hold myself to the monthly schedule but you also still get the 411, hon.

There’s been big strides are far as independence goes.  On both sides.  She played outside by herself last week with a little girl for like an hour.  They instantly became best friends after seeing each other’s Disney Princess scooter, despite the fact that one spoke English and the other Spanish.  They ate paletas together on a bench.  At least that’s what Addy told me when I yelled “no more popsicles” from the kitchen window, in true mom fashion.

She will also get fed up with us watching TV and retreat to her room to play with dolls or whatever else she does in there.  Make messes. Either way she’s fine to play alone and I’m fine to let her.  Even if one of us has to leave to go to the store she won’t ask to ride along if she’s busy doing something else.

So yay.  But of course there’s the opinions.  Like what she’s gonna wear:

And she thinks I’m fashionably challenged so when I put a polka dot dress on her and she gets the polka dot shoes she asks Brownlee

“are these match”

Also we have entered into the realm of pop music.  After watching Annie and me being sick of the Frozen soundtrack, we switched to the Annie soundtrack at night via Spotify.  And then we realized we can make her a playlist of all the songs she loves so she went to be doing the Single Ladies hand wave.  Her and Cinderella.

No treble.

We’ve gone to the movies to see Cinderella and Home.  We went to the beach.  We’ve been trying to enjoy these spring days before the heat makes everyone angry. We’ve been practicing spelling and writing her name.

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We have yet to explain the “purpose” of Easter baskets. So this weekend should be…interesting.

3 thoughts on “WTFour : March 2015

  1. Isn't the independence weird?
    Jake's like, "I'm gonna go to my room and play," and I'm all like, "You mean I can watch whatever the hell I want on TV?"
    I guess I'm so used to him being up my ass.

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