Two out of Three

So ~ A can read, at least at a beginner's level. Which, since he's not even 5 yet, I'd say he's doing pretty good.

And now, he can (sort of) write.

His OT has been working with him aggressively on this achievement, and on Tuesday he voluntarily wrote his "A" followed by an identifiable next letter, and something very close to the third one ~ but then he either lost interest, or his hand was tired so he totally flaked on the rest of his name. He can tell you how to spell it verbally, though, first and last.

So ~ woo hoo! We're getting there! Reading and writing...arithmetic is going to have to wait a bit, though. Two out of three ain't bad.

Yesterday I took advantage of the nice weather and worked outside for about 6 hours, planting and transplanting new things, and ripping the grass out of part of the front yard to extend my flower garden for next year. I didn't finish removing the sod just yet, my innards are still just a wee bit tender after having surgery a month ago ~ but the fact that I was out there is testament to the fact that I'm feeling much, much better.

K helped me while A was at school ~ she had to help me dig the holes for the mums, iris, peonies, black-eyed susans, and hostas, and put dirt back into the holes over whatever needed covering, and watering the plants in their new homes. At least, she helped me until one of those big, fuzzy, brown and black caterpillars caught her attention. She then proceeded to play with it for an hour ~ much to the caterpillar's chagrin, I'm sure. It stayed rolled up in a ball for most of the "playtime", but to her credit she was (mostly) gentle with it. All of a sudden, I realized that she was up and heading towards me, and I asked her where the caterpillar was, and she told me it was "in caterpillar's house". It took me a minute to get what she was saying. You see, we have a gravel/rock driveway, and apparently K thought Mr. (Ms?) Caterpillar needed a nice cozy home, so she built it one. I tried, but couldn't figure out exactly where it was so I could free the sucker. I'm hoping it was able to get out...

When A returned from school, Miss K went down for a much, much needed nap and A stayed outside with me. He had absolutely no interest in what I was doing, and much preferred to sit in the sandbox in the dog pen, and then go inside and watch a movie instead. Nature boy, he isn't, I guess, unless it pertains to fishing. And then, it's only with Daddy, so I suspect it's more "Daddy oriented" than an actual love of fishing.