Developmentally, Autumn is doing fantastic. She can
count up into the forties, and countdown from ten. She has a great mind
for songs, and remembers the verses very well -- much better than Daddy
can. Her singing is wonderful, we're thinking of finding a voice teacher
for her. She's coloring well, and writes her name, sometimes backward
(she's a lefty). She's starting to sound out letters and words, and has
a grasp on future and past (today, tomorrow, yesterday, next week, etc.) and
the days of the week. She knows her birthday is in January, and the
name of the street we live on, and our condo number, and our city and those
that her relatives live in.
Her eczema seems less pronounced than last year, but she's
still prone to itching. She's still demanding as ever, and sometimes
becomes such a pill about saying no to whatever we ask of her. But one scolded word,
from us or a friend, and she'll dissolve into tears. She HATES timeout,
but she does sits quietly when she's put there.
Some of her more memorable quotes
include, "Daddy, we need to get me some new shoes," she tells
me very seriously as we go walking into the mall. "When
Marlow dies I will be sad and cry but then I'll get a new
doggie."
She has reached 40 inches tall, which allows her to go on
the rollercoaster ride at Seaworld, which she LOVES. She really enjoys
it. There was a kid in line that was easily twice her age who was crying
about going, and Autumn looked up at me and said, "I'm not
scared."
