Attached At The Hip

Tori doesn’t get much girl time, so when Destiny came, she was delighted. She stuck to Destiny like glue, following her everywhere and smiling all the time. She even went over to Aunt Annie’s with them. (Frank’s dad was there for Thanksgiving.) All of this fun made for one tired Tori, and she got real weepy on Friday night when she realized they were all leaving the next morning. Come Saturday morning, she was well rested and managed to keep it together when they left. She helped me put things away and do some laundry, all the while waiting patiently for a ride in the new car! She loves the Traverse, especially her seat in the third row, which she has been begging for since she realized some cars have third rows.

Bed Wetter

Tori has started to wet the bed at various times. We’re not sure what’s going on with her. What seems to alleviate the problem is giving her one last drink of water at 7 and me getting her at night when I go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I was so tired the other night I did not get her up and we had a wet bed to deal with. Maybe after a few more weeks of this, she will automatically get up on her own.

Hunt and Seek

We're delivering the last of the fundraiser candy tonight to a friend. She doesn't have any kids of her own and likes to spoil mine rotten with little gifts hidden all around her home. The kids love walking around her new home and finding all of the hidden treasures. We're bringing pizza tonight for dinner and then let the hunting begin!

Diva

Tori's report was equally good. She needs to work on letter recognition, but her teachers said she tries so hard they know she's going to get it. The meeting started with a discussion of Tori's hair, which her teachers assured me they knew she was doing herself. One day I guess she returned from science with a ponytail right in front—picture Tori as a unicorn. Her teachers had to muffle their laughter and managed to get her hair in place. They love her and think she is wonderful, just like the folks do in latchkey.

9 out of 26

That’s how many letters Tori recognizes from the alphabet. Not exactly great. We’ve been working with her, but I don’t know that we’re making a lot of headway. It all takes time I guess. I think she gets distracted rather easily and loses focus, so we’re working on that too.

No luck with Girl Scouts. Huts says he sees posters in the lunchroom on it, but the women never got back to me about it, so…I think we’re looking into putting her into a tumbling class. That will keep her fairly busy and more importantly allow her to release some of that pent-up energy.

One Too Many Fits

For whatever the reason, Tori was a real pill this weekend. Maybe it was because she was tires. Maybe it was because we have left her go one too many times. Anyway. she threw one whopping of a fit on Sunday afternoon when we told her it was time to leave the playground. She stomped, kicked, screamed, cried, etc.., until I pulled her out of the playground and smacked her hard on the butt. Then she settled down and whimpered to the car. She stewed for 15 minutes and then clung to me the rest of the day. She knew she had crossed the line. This morning, we warned her no fits this afternoon when we picked her up. We'll see if she listened.