Learning Colors and Numbers
Nov 6th, 2007 by Bethany
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Degen is learning his colors! I'm writing this from Colin's classroom at school. Colin is working on "behavior documents" and Degen is taking the dry erase markers one at a time from the board over to Colin's chair and telling Colin what color they are. He's got about 75% percent, I'd say. He just said "yellow" for a blue marker, but the rest (red, black, green) he got right. Degen's also been practicing his numbers. The favorite sequence right now is "one, three, eight, nine, three!" We count just about everything we do in our house, like how many shoes we're putting on and how many plates are on the table and how many steps it takes to put on carseat seat belts.
Maggie is really walking a lot now. She doesn't like me to seat her when I put her down after carrying her around a room–she likes me to put her down in a standing position. Then she stays standing and sometimes takes a step or two before plopping down on her rump.
I'm grateful for how well they get along together. Most of the problems between them are mishaps (like just now when Degen accidentally slammed the tip of Maggie's thumb in a drawer, causing a blood blister) or the results of too much affection on the part of one or the other. Degen will often "overhug" Maggie, holding on longer than her sense of independence allows. Maggie follows Degen around and wants to do everything he does with whatever he's doing it with and Degen doesn't like sharing that much. But most of the time they get along great.
We're slowly working on potty training with Degen and occasionally Maggie gets in on the action, like today. I asked Degen if he wanted to wear his car underpants, his nemo underpants, or his diaper. He wanted to wear a diaper, but thought it would be great if Maggie wore the underpants. Both pairs of underpants. At the same time. So, I compliantly put them on over her diaper and clothes and she didn't seem to mind wearing them at all, so they stayed on for a couple of hours till it was time for a diaper change for her. Won't they both love me for telling this story to the world once they're teenagers? All I have to say for myself is that it was darn cute and the memory needs to be preserved for me, if for no one else.
