She and I curl up under the blankets in her bed to read a chapter from The Boxcar Children books every night. She interrupts to point out words that she can read. As I was typing, the thought that she won't need me beside her for night time reading crossed my mind. I can't dwell on that.
She also writes. A lot. There are scraps of paper all over our house with lists (Willa's birthday list: a female and a male rabbit, a parakeet, a bird cage...) and sentences (I made this note for you. You will like it.), and half written notes (Good morning, mom. Today is February...).
She wrote a book in November. It's made of legal paper that she folded in 1/2. She wrote and illustrated it, and I had no idea what she was doing until she asked for the stapler. Here it is :
She drew our family at school yesterday, and now the Blog Sinki has a new header.