Sep 23, 2013

AROUND HERE

This weekend, we made the best of the last day of Summer. We went to the park, we skipped rocks in a creek, and we had a movie night (E.T. Elliott watching Elliott. How cute is that?) as if school hadn't started and bed time didn't matter. That last one is more of a reflection of bad parenting. But you get the idea. Even though the park was fun and the creek was magical, my favorite part of this weekend was something simple. We have been working with Elliott to learn how to spell his name for the last while, but without success. Then last night, out of nowhere, he did it! He spelled his name with out any help whatsoever! He says they have been practicing at school too, which would explain his lack of interest when I try and teach him when he gets home. No matter where he learned it, I am thrilled! People misspell his name all the time. When I named him, I thought I was giving him a "classic" name. One that wouldn't be misspelled or mispronounced his whole life (like my name!) but one that wasn't super common either. But ever since he was born, people misspell it. Sorry, kid. I thought I was doing you a favor. But now that he knows how to spell his name, he can correct it when it is misspelled! It's' all about the small triumphs, people. So for anyone who is interested, here is proof:
Hope your week is off to a great start!

1 comment:

  1. maybe I should try that when I clean the house to make myself feel better ;)
    a little dance never hurt anyone

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