the truth hurts

I mentioned to Emily Grace that she would have to come with me to my guitar lesson tomorrow after school. She told me that my guitar lesson was boring. I explained that guitar was exciting and fun; she responded "not for me." Hard to remember that Emily's only three sometimes.

Love,
Dad

There she goes again...

I know it's a little late but Emily Grace actually started school in August. She is what's called a typical peer. A typical peer is a "typically developing" child who demonstrates good language/speaking skills, can follow directions, plays well with other children, shares, and doesn't join in when chaos is the order of the day. How did she get in here again? Did I mention that she's in my classroom? Mom and I both teach preschoolers with disabilities and after much discussion I drew the short straw and Emily joined my class. She's great for the children, but she's going to make my hair fall out. We were talking about what we would like to learn in school. Emily's answer? "Drive a car."

Love,
Dad

now more than ever....

The title of today's post has nothing to do with anything and everything to do with Emily Grace. At three years old she's out riding her bicycle by herself, without training wheels. She still needs help getting started, (What's the brake for?) but once underway she's got it down. The bicycle is still a little too big for her so stopping is problematic, Mom taught Emily Grace to stop in the grass so if she topples over it won't hurt as much; bruised pride is always better than better than scraped knees.

Love,
Dad