After a horrific 72 hour tantrum, we made it through the weekend. And now Amaya has settled down to normal levels of naughty-ness. The kind we laugh about and take pictures of. I think she sensed that both Jake and I were at our limits.
Jake said, “I can tell what kind of day it is just from the way she wakes up.”
And light saber outside after our dinner picnic.
It helps that all day long it’s popsicles, fruit raids, bike rides, backyard picnics, library trips, sprinklers, beach expeditions, shows and 1 itty bitty 5 minute lesson on the alphabet. Namely, the letter A, which we’ve been stuck on for about a month now. We’ve tried to move to other letters, but it results in the same issues, so we’ve decided to stick with A. A is for Amaya. But A is tricky. It changes to other letters no matter how many times it has been A, and sometimes numbers, apparently.
That 5 minutes is torturous, but somehow, we get through it. Then it’s back to blueberries in cups and playdough all over the kitchen table.