It has been wonderful to watch Addy learn and grow this year. We were off school a couple weeks while I was in and out of the hospital, so once we got back into things it allowed me to see her in a new light. I suppose it's sort of how you never notice your own kids getting taller, but the kids you see once a month shoot up each time.
It's the little things this week that shed light on what's going on in her mind. We opened her art book and she recognized a painting by Picasso, something I couldn't do until ... oh, about three years ago. So what if she called him Kipasso?
Bob and I were talking to each other and mentioned something about the numbers 7 and 5. Addy, who wasn't really part of the conversation, piped up in what I did not believe was enough time to do any addition and said, "Oh, so there are 12 of them?" I had to use my fingers — no kidding — to figure out what she was talking about.
I read from the Bible and began to tell about a famine. She interrupted me: "Oh, I know this story! It's about the seven fat cows and the seven skinny cows and the seven fat cows meant seven good years and the seven skinny cows meant the people would be hungry!" This happened to be a different famine story, but I was amazed at her recall. Soon enough she'll learn there are plenty of famine stories in the Bible!
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Sue-
Here was the one that Aunt Maggie did not even have time to tell you when we were packing boxes on Friday. Addy asked,"Maggie, why does this box say 'Eggs RE-FRIG-ER-RATE-!?"-perfectly sounding out the word and reading it to me! I explained the box had been used to ship eggs to the grocery and need to be stored in the refrigerator. But I was astounded that a five year old could read the word...I bet there are many 10 year olds that struggle with that word. Just wait till the next spelling bee!!
Love,
Aunt Maggie
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