I haven’t written much about BabyHope lately. She’s bloomed. The traces of baby are nearly gone – save some wispy hair and a touch of baby cheek. She’s tall – she’s grown 2+ inches since her well-check in January, and about two weeks ago, we hit a milestone – 30 pounds!
She’s reading. Really reading. Like outloud at Target or the flooring store and people are noticing. We bought a 6 pack of early reader books at Costco the other day and she read all of them. Independently. It’s funny when she hits a word she guesses at or sounds out – sometimes from the back seat when I’m driving. I play translator. Today it was “hopiscoootch”. Hopscotch. Took me a second to get that one. She’s reading signs at the zoo, the store, the street. It seems extraordinary.
Pretend. That’s all we do. Pretend to be animals or different people, playing kitchen, dress up, doctor, house. She loves to water the garden (one thing I will miss sorely about the house).
She’s still slow to warm up sometimes. And I often can’t predict when or why. New teacher at ballet? No problem. Swimming pool in a friend’s backyard? 45 minutes of not wanting to get in, and then the moment she got in she was jumping, flipping, and blowing bubbles.
She talks non-stop. Today, two women watched (and giggled) as she chatted about the IAMS display at Target – talking about the cat check-up and on and on. The things she remembers – like the foster kittens and their names from last summer – blow my mind sometimes. Some of it is her voice. I need to record her voice.
“We live on planet Earth. We want a clean Earth.” (said “Erf”, of course) she just said to me.
She eats nearly anything I put in front of her. She’s great about trying things – sometimes with a little encouragement. Fish is a new favorite – she insisted on bringing leftovers to school on Tuesday. Spinach pesto is her favorite, second only to chocolate anything.
It’s not all wonderful. I think we escaped the terrible twos – or the terrible twos were easy for me to wrap my head around. The threes? We have moments where I have to walk away. She screams, hits, kicks, lies on the floor in an attempt to get what she wants. It’s maddening. I try to tell myself that it will pass, that all the other moms are dealing with the same thing, but sometimes, in the middle of the grocery store, it can feel pretty lonely.
We’re still in the middle of change central. The house is under contract – in record time, maybe. The option period is up, inspection and appraisal are done. We have an apartment secured. We’re going to be urbanites for a few months – literally next door to Mr. Hope’s work. It will be fun – an extended staycation is how we’re thinking of it. But I think the small apartment will have us quite ready to move out when the time comes. BabyHope will start a new school in the fall, too. It will mean lots of driving for me, but it’s supposed to be a fantastic (and looked fantastic on observation) setting, and I think they will be able to help her grow in ways her current placement can’t. You know, that whole reading thing. And I think they’ll actually keep track of what she can and can’t do – and actually work on weaknesses and build on strengths.
Life is good. I’m mostly too busy to worry about pregnancy, though I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a moment each month where I think “maybe”. It’s never true, though. And some announcements still sting. A lot. One took my breath away and caused anger a week ago. I won’t go into details, it just felt smug. And like the person thinks she knows but she has no real idea.
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