I am writing this letter way late this time, as I've been working on finishing our basement during pretty much every spare moment I've had for the last few weeks.
You have had a great past month, as is usual for you. Less tantrums, and more forward progress. You've been regularly attending library classes and gymnastics. And you got your very first report card from your gymnastics coach. She took the time to tell you how improved you were and how advanced you were at all of the activities. You got a ribbon with it, and were inordinately proud of wearing it around the house.
You pretty much accidentally discovered math, all on your own. Certainly we've been encouraging, teaching you counting. But you just started figuring out that different sets of numbers can be combined on each of your hands to make a whole new one. It was counting your books that actually was the impetus for your discovery. Its so cool to watch you make these connections.
You've been dreaming a lot more lately. And because you're anxieties are maturing as you are, you have also had a few bad ones. For some reason, you have yet to fully understand the whole toilet thing, even though we showed you how the pipes work, where everything goes when you flush. So the focus of the bad dreams you've been having have had to do with various things going down the drain and getting stuck. Most recently it was crayons. Crayons. But whatever the source, it just shows that you are trying to find ways to process the inputs your exposed to. I wish that this one didn't cause you so much grief, but I'm fairly certain that it won't be the worst thing that will ever enter your subconscious. If only.
You got to go on a pretty fun road trip this month. We went to stay with my Dad and his wife in Ottawa, and you spent a day down at Winterlude, eating Beaver Tails, skating for the first time, enjoying a late night light show. It was a lot of fun. And the best part is that you spent a lot of time with your Grandpa, and I was really happy about that. He and I aren't as close now as I guess we could be, but I love that he wants to be a good Grandpa to you.
One last thing that you and I got to do that I was very happy about was yoga. I've been practicing yoga for years now, never as often as I would like but I finally attended a class, and brought you with me. It was a kids class and it was a superhero theme day too. It was awesome and you were really good at it.
Talk to you in a month.