3.75
Sweet baby Ingrid has been up and down this quarter. She can be a delightful little lady, funny, engaging, cuddly . . . or she can be a bit of a terrorist. There are just a lot of times when she Cannot Cope with the world not being exactly how she wants it.
She went on a kick of wanting to dress like me. I was practically giddy, since Karl has been enjoying that kind of adoration from Henry for two years. Turns out it's much harder with women's clothes when you're dealing with a hyper-precise three-year-old. One day I put on a simple pink tank dress. I thought, for sure Ingrid can match this. But no. Ingrid does not have ANY pink dresses.
So she likes to match Heidi instead. Grandma's gig at Hanna Andersson has made this much easier.
Ingrid is alternately really awesome and really terrible with Heidi. She wants to engage her and seeks her out more often than Henry does. But she also has no capacity to compromise what she wants in order to keep Heidi happy, so both of them end up angry and frustrated. Hopefully this will improve as she grows out of the three-year-old egomaniac stage.
Karl met with her teacher for conferences a few weeks ago. Ms. Sherri says she is still delightful in the classroom and gets along with virtually everyone. Her only challenges are that it's difficult to get Ingrid to stop doing art to try other lessons, sometimes she and Lauren can't stop giggling and talking when it's time to work. The first was no surprise, because she comes home with huge packets of art but never talks about other work. The second was actually a relief to us. She never talks much about the other kids in her class and we were getting worried that she hadn't made any real friends.
Her artwork is very detailed and she has some consistent themes. We see a lot of girls with little curls at the ends of their hair -- just like Ingrid and Heidi! And lots of girls in dresses with the funny pod shape. She went through a phase of painting everything black but now we're back to glittery rainbow everything.
I know we're not supposed to say this anymore, but . . . she runs like a girl. She does everything like a girl. She tries her darndest to keep up and do everything that Henry does. She just does it with a lot more flippy hands and unnecessary wiggling. When she glides on her scooter, she kicks her leg behind her and holds the arabesque until she runs out of momentum. While wearing at least three sparkly items of clothing. I love this particular display of extreme gender-stereotype in her. Long live tackling tough things in glitter tights and leopard boots!
Every night we put them to bed in our bed. And every night Ingrid waits until we leave, runs down the hall to get some super-random object or change her clothes, and runs back to bed to continue harassing Henry. She also likes to pick a book from our new Little Free Library and carry it everywhere for a few days. Ms. Sherri has been really entertained by the stream of books on fighters in Afghanistan, the Stark-Lannister feud, southern tea parties, and modern Turkmenistan.
So there are days when I wish she'd hurry up and grow out of threenager as quickly as possible. Then I snuggle up to her at bedtime and wish she would not get another day older. I want to hang onto her soft toddler sweetness for just a little longer.
She went on a kick of wanting to dress like me. I was practically giddy, since Karl has been enjoying that kind of adoration from Henry for two years. Turns out it's much harder with women's clothes when you're dealing with a hyper-precise three-year-old. One day I put on a simple pink tank dress. I thought, for sure Ingrid can match this. But no. Ingrid does not have ANY pink dresses.
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| REJECTED |
So she likes to match Heidi instead. Grandma's gig at Hanna Andersson has made this much easier.
Ingrid is alternately really awesome and really terrible with Heidi. She wants to engage her and seeks her out more often than Henry does. But she also has no capacity to compromise what she wants in order to keep Heidi happy, so both of them end up angry and frustrated. Hopefully this will improve as she grows out of the three-year-old egomaniac stage.
Her artwork is very detailed and she has some consistent themes. We see a lot of girls with little curls at the ends of their hair -- just like Ingrid and Heidi! And lots of girls in dresses with the funny pod shape. She went through a phase of painting everything black but now we're back to glittery rainbow everything.
I know we're not supposed to say this anymore, but . . . she runs like a girl. She does everything like a girl. She tries her darndest to keep up and do everything that Henry does. She just does it with a lot more flippy hands and unnecessary wiggling. When she glides on her scooter, she kicks her leg behind her and holds the arabesque until she runs out of momentum. While wearing at least three sparkly items of clothing. I love this particular display of extreme gender-stereotype in her. Long live tackling tough things in glitter tights and leopard boots!
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| Hiking outfit: twirly dress, heart knee-socks, rainbow sneakers, rainbow backpack. |
Every night we put them to bed in our bed. And every night Ingrid waits until we leave, runs down the hall to get some super-random object or change her clothes, and runs back to bed to continue harassing Henry. She also likes to pick a book from our new Little Free Library and carry it everywhere for a few days. Ms. Sherri has been really entertained by the stream of books on fighters in Afghanistan, the Stark-Lannister feud, southern tea parties, and modern Turkmenistan.
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So there are days when I wish she'd hurry up and grow out of threenager as quickly as possible. Then I snuggle up to her at bedtime and wish she would not get another day older. I want to hang onto her soft toddler sweetness for just a little longer.
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