Last week Patch was playing with letter tiles at the dining room table. Mae kept slipping over from her therapy session in the other room and stealing tiles away, one at a time or sometimes by the handful.
After a few minutes we realized that she had swiped all of the letter I tiles off of the table.
Then she put them in a neat little stack, of about six tiles a couple of inches tall, and she held the tiles between two fingers and said "ice cream" and then pretended that she was eating an ice cream cone.
Because "I is for Ice Cream" is something they would say during therapy when she'd put together her ABC puzzle (and the I has a picture of ice cream on it).
I love her imagination.
She wore jeans today. For the first time in a long, long time. In fact I'm pretty sure that the last time she wore jeans was when she was James' age. And they were white:
Ever since she's had an opinion about clothes (so just about always) she's had strong opinions about what she's wanted to wear. And what she's wanted to wear has been rather particular. For a while it was her Superman costume and red boots. Then it became princess dresses, followed by mermaid costumes and lately, tutus.
If I wanted her in long pants then I needed to make sure they couldn't be taken off (thus the backwards sleeper was introduced), otherwise they'd be on the floor in a few seconds flat.
Last Thursday we had hysterics because I told her she needed to wear pants when it was below freezing outside and we had to walk to the hospital.
Today I went downstairs and picked out a long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans in her size. Then I brought them up and put them on the table and pretended like I didn't really care if she put them on. I walked away and watched out of the corner of my eye as she rushed over to look at them.
She quickly brought the shirt over so that I could help her put it on and I picked up the pants and held them up and she put them on too. Then she picked out shoes and I practically held my breath as I waited for her to decide she hated the outfit.
But she didn't.
She looked at them for a long time and then wore them for the rest of the day. And when she wanted to wear them to bed I let her because You Guys! She's wearing jeans!