Holy smokes...blogging with three kids is hard! So, lets just hop right in.
Ella is holding firm her position as my emotional girl. Oh boy. Love her, but she certainly is going to need lots of patience and love from her mommy dearest. A few weeks ago, I got a call from the school informing me that Ella was hiding under a table, crying, and refusing to speak to anyone. By the time Ella's teacher called, she had been under the table for thirty minutes. All this started because her bracelet got confiscated during reading time. To be fair to Ella, I don't feel the principle (who stepped in so Ella's teacher could continue with the rest of the class) handled things well. Ella's teacher was awesome. The principle was...not mean, but her tone was a little demeaning and Ella doesn't handle being talked down to well. I would've stayed under the table too. Anyway, when the principle left us to chat, Ella and I talked things over. When the principle came back and I mentioned we had talked things over and come up with a solution, she had to know what it was. Which I thought was a little overstepping. And then, when walking me out, the principle said I should be really stern with Ella when she got home. At that point, I kinda wanted to punch her. I wasn't thrilled with her butting in in the first place, and then telling me what to do with my kid...Not thrilled. Anyway. Ella's teacher called later to let me know Ella was perfect for the rest of the day and that she didn't feel we should make any further issue over it. Which I loved. I know my Ella girl, and when she shuts down like that, she needs love, not a stern talking to. Those come when she's being disobedient, back-talking, ignoring me etc. Anyway, long story to say, I love Ella's teacher. Then she did the shutdown thing again the next night. But, since then Ella has gotten back to her usual happy self. Hallelujah! She's just my emotional girl and always has been. And, there's that little feminine thing where hormones affect others and I'm positive mine affect Ella pretty strongly. OI!
But, enough of that! Ella has had a big couple months. She lost another tooth. That makes four now and she has the cutest little gappy smile! Seriously! It is to die for! She's had a ton of fun, experimenting with her new lispy speaking and trying to eat. She's just a doll.
As for math, what a smarty pants! She loves math and she is doing awesome. Thank heavens she understands it! This new common core stuff is a bit confusing for this old mama. She has been consistently getting 100% on everything and just doing amazing overall. Her reading is also coming along great. We've had to crack down on her a bit in the sense of getting her to finish something. As in, she starts a book then gets so excited about a new one that she starts another book. Then she has three to four books going and doesn't finish anything. So, we set up a system where she gets a dollar a chapter when she finishes a book. And it is paying off! She is finally on track and finishing stuff.
Ella is also doing great in her tumbling. She loves it and is still one of the smallest, but best in her class. She loves practicing and teaching Liv.
I recently saw a facebook post from someone where they said that when their oldest was born they were encouraged to pray about why she was their first. I found that intriguing and began doing just that. It's been rather interesting. I haven't had any big answers to that question, but have had my eyes opened to what I already knew. Ella is my hardest. She is emotional and stubborn. She is so much like her father sometimes, but way less willing to compromise. She can be so sassy. She is high strung, high energy, and just a bit of stinker. I regularly think I'm the worst mother in the world because of her. But then there are some days that I realize I'm not so bad after all. One of these moments happened at Christmas (I'm sure I've already blogged about it) but when writing our letters to santa, she asked for boots and said, "I don't know what else to write. I have everything I need." The most recent occurred when we were talking about her being a little midgety girl. I have never had issue with being on the small size of average and in general I try not to complain about my body (though, I'm far from perfect.) Anyway, apparently that whole idea is paying off. When we were chatting about her being small she said, "I'm happy that I'm little, because that's myself." A. The way she said it was adorable. B. What she said!
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