M is for Mary

We're the odd family out. It seems like every 3 yr old we know is going to preschool this year. After much discussion, Doug and I have decided to wait until we move back to the States next year to enroll her. Are we wrong? Of course, I worry that maybe we're hindering her developmental growth by keeping her home. Ahh, life as a parent. We've been working extra hard with the ABC's lately for fear that her friends will surpass her in the smarts department and we'll have a lot of catching up to do. In addition to books, refrigerator magnets, toys and constant nagging, we developed a new bathtub game. Here's how it works: Mary picks 10 random foam letters and throws them in the bathtub. As she's playing in the tub, she picks one up and tries to tell me which letter it is and what words start with that letter. She then sticks it to the tile in a single file line. After all the letters are on the wall, she then fills up Adams squirty basketballs, I call out a letter and she shoots it down. We continue this until all the letters are gone. Mary thinks it's a blast, I like to think she's maybe learning something in a fun way. I took more pictures and videos, but she kept moving in the tub so much that she ended up mooning me or showing a little frontal nudity. Didn't think I could post a blog that was rated R or get called out by the censors for child pornography. So for now, these will have to do.

(Oops, hope no one was offended by the moon. She so darn quick!)