Today Sophia brought a note home from preschool that said the following:
"Sophia not only recognizes the letters in her name, but most of the other letters as well. She is learning to recognize and continue patterns we have been working on. She knows all her colors and most of her shapes. She occasionally needs reminders to keep her thumb up when using scissors, but once she is reminded she has very good scissor skills. Sophia has a good pencil grip.
"Sophia likes to play with Elizabeth and is starting to play with other children more and more. She has learned how to transition between activities effortlessly (at the beginning of the year she was not completely comfortable with the transitions). She is a good listener and is very polite. She is a joy to have in class."
I definitely needed to read that, because this child has had me at my wits' end these last few days, and I've been seriously contemplating throwing her out with the garbage (not really, but you know). Yesterday alone she made her usual messes and had her usual tantrums along with cutting her bangs completely off (I had been trying to grow them out) (and yes, she does have very good scissor skills) (unfortunately), and painting a mural on my dining room floor with Chloe's paints (washable paints, thank goodness) (I'm sure her paintbrush grip was just as good as her pencil grip, too).
I find it interesting that she had trouble transitioning from activity to activity at preschool, because that is the main source of her tantrums at home. I'm thinking I need to make her day slightly more predictable and perhaps we won't run into that as much. I am overjoyed to see that she is a good listener and polite. I often think that my efforts are not doing a darn thing, but at least she shows her best side to her teachers.
Aside from her mischief making skills, she really is a joy to have around, and I have been neglecting to notice that lately. I love how she wakes me up in the morning with an exuberant, "It's good morning time, Mommy!" and her spontaneous hugs and kisses. Her kisses are the best thing in the world, actually. I love how her pants never stay up. I love how protective she is of her older sisters. I love how she insists on saying every prayer in our household. I love her curiosity. I love how she wants to be with me at every second. I love how she wants to help me with whatever I'm doing.
I even love her mischievous ways, when it comes right down to it.
I love her.