Claire's smart. This fact wasn't overly apparent this summer. Any casual observer would have to admit that there was a pretty big difference between dear Claire, who was content to paint with watercolors and fill buckets with sand at Bear Lake, and my sister's daughter (who's six months younger), who could write all her letters and sound out words. When I'd ask Claire what sound a particular letter made or what letter did such-and-such a word start with, all I got was a blank stare.
But I wasn't worried.
You see, I understand the fact that first kids are different from fourth ones. My sister's "first child" knew all the ABC's before she turned two (well, and actually has super smart parents resulting in super smart genes...that girl's going to go somewhere!). And our dear Claire is planted as number four in our family...resulting in not as much early academics and a little more loopiness than first children generally have.
So, Claire started pre-school knowing only how to write her name in a barely legible script and knew only the letters therein. But I'll tell you what, within the first couple weeks of school Claire knew every letter and sound. She can now write all the ABCs. She can sing every song there is about counting and days of the week and she knows a whole bunch of nursery rhymes. Yes, our little girl is smart as a whip.
The reason for Claire's sudden smart-ness is certainly not a result of her parents prodding and pushing. No, sadly all the credit must go to her new Pre K teacher Mrs. G. I don't know that there could be a better Pre K teacher out there! (gotta love the impetigo accenting her excited second-day-of-school smile...nice.)
I love having these girls to myself during the morning hours. Three mornings a week we concentrate on Lu. Her therapists come and we hang with them. The other mornings I really try to be all Clarie's. We've been making trips to the library, having our own little reading time, homework time, etc. The only problem is: Lu. She HAS to be in the center of everything. These pictures prove it. She was so mad at Claire since she was sitting on my lap.
If we're doing a puzzle, she has to sit on it. If we're reading a book, she somehow maneuvers herself snuggly right between us and the book.
As you can see, Claire doesn't seem to mind. She's one heck of a big sister.
And one heck of a sweetie-pie for her Mama.
Love this girl.