Little Girls, Little Girls

Mike and I had a chance for a quick date on Friday night. We went to downtown Saginaw's Temple Theatre for The Capitol Steps, a political humor group. (For a fun clip, click here.) Our next door neighbor Diane kept the kids, who were up when we returned at 10:30pm. Girls are especially tricky to get to bed.

The girls have a new bunk bed. Kyrie's bed is on the top because she is older and Everleigh's is on the bottom. Only Everleigh prefers the top (which has a good side bar and Ev is much older than her years on a playground or anywhere else high) and Kyrie prefers the bottom. Both of them will ask to sleep in the other's bed, which is what they have been doing. So today, I had to laugh when I sent Kyrie up to make her bed and she made...the top bunk. Where she never sleeps. However, that bed is nearly impossible for me to make so I think I'll let her keep making the top one until Ev is old enough to make her own bed.

Speaking of Everleigh, she likes to participate in "school." Kyrie is doing a short Kindergarten program this year and learning to read. Ev can chant the phonics poems and has even eavesdropped on Ben's Latin enough to do little verb conjugation chants. It is quite adorable. Along with numbers and the alphabet, she is quite precocious. Only, she doesn't know her colors. I started realizing she called every color "yellow" and decided to work on her colors. Ben and Kyrie were deeply concerned and started to help. She continues to get the names of colors wrong (except for "yellow" which she just keeps guessing until we get to it). So all week I've been perplexed and was set to do a little test for color-blindness. Until this morning. When I came to the kitchen and discovered she had grouped her letters on the refrigerator by color.

And honestly, I have no idea when one normally learns their colors. With the first child, I had a weekly developmental email and managed to read parenting books. Kyrie motivated me to read parenting books that covered discipline and behavior and then Evie came along and WHO HAS TIME? Not me. Which is also why she isn't potty-trained despite showing everyone sign of being completely capable. I ask her at least once a week if she wants to be potty-trained and she says, "No." And there you have it. Since her "no" corresponds with my answer to whether I want to potty train her, we are staying with it. Diapers, I mean.