Daddy's Favorite Color

As I write, G is arranging "family letters." It includes L for Lizzy, of course. It also included R for Romeo : ( , and Q for quinge. All the Volz's are covered. She thinks her name is spelled G-I-P-T. Have not quite yet successfully explained initials vs. name.

Today G needed some assistance in the bathroom. As John helped her wipe, she pointed into the toilet bowl and said, "Look Daddy! I made your favorite color!" (brown, if you could not guess). She then said "poopy poop poop" and instructed John to tell her that she cannot say that. To which she replied, "Yes I can, I'm in the bathroom." That's what we get for telling her that those words are bathroom words, right?

This afternoon was the new family picnic for her school. She met her new best friend, Merina. They both love dress-up, and talked all about their outfits. I did not permit her to go barefoot, so she and Merina asked the bigger kids for permission instead. That's creative problem-solving.