Amy is our little chatterbox. She's so inquisitive about the world, and spends her days asking "why?". We have long conversations about all sorts of things, and she asks lots of open-ended questions.
Preschool has been a wonderful adjustment for her, and she is loving the extra stimulation. She has recently learnt how to write her name. She found the letter 'y' difficult at first, but has been practising, and getting very good. It's lovely to see her feeling so proud of herself, as she achieves a new skill.
She loves to cut and glue paper, as well as paint and draw.
Cooking is also a fun activity. She helps to break the eggs into the bowl, and whisks them with milk. Then we cook her scrambled eggs.
Pretend-play seems to dominate most of her interests lately. She makes me pretend cups of tea, icecreams and birthday cakes. We take pretend rides to Nana and Pa's house. She likes to buckle my imaginary seat belt and push me in the imaginary pram.
We play doctors and patients. The patients mostly have sore tummies, sore piggies (toes), and red spots on their faces. Needles are given (often in the bottom for some reason...), nurofen is administered, and blood pressure is checked. "Sphygmomanometer" she says, "that's a really big word!".
She often tells me that when she is 5 she will go to big school with Ethan and Ben.
The other day Amy told me that when she gets older she will drive me around. She will take me to the park when she is 16 and teach me how to go down the slide.
I love her logic and imagination. She thinks that as she gets older, I will become younger and become her baby and she will look after me.
