Poor Bean has a cold and gave it to me. Neither one of us was feeling very well last night. But feeling sick is a fine opportunity for cuddling the wild bean.
Her shirt has a skeleton on it and it says "I'm just skin and bones, need more candy"
Halloween clothes and things at Target are the best. Em has a whole wardrobe of Halloween themed clothes-- we went right before, right after and our friends
Sherilyn and
Katrina sent her some more from San Francisco.
Aside from the cold there is a lot going on in BeanLand. She's started a 'superkids tumbling class.' Well that is how it was billed. I think the teacher's main experience is that she raised five kids on her own. Nothing to scoff at surely;I have enough of a time with one, but there isn't any structure to the class. Basically that is fine--there is a lot of equipment and The Bean can run, squeal, climb, flop, jump and throw things all the while interacting with other children. The only time the lack of structure is a real drawback is at the end--without clear cut ending rituals, miss Bean doesn't transition well and we get to enjoy a full fledged screaming tantrum. I have learned that we should both wear slip on shoes to these classes--velcro is the friend for quick exits. I'm attempting to make my own ending rituals for her as I notice the class drawing to an end. She wasn't the only one to have a fit and fall in it, but she was the most clamant. I become embarrassed at these situations, but I can't really fault her for it. She has some very strong emotions (all toddlers do) and she doesn't have the vocabulary to express it. And she doesn't have nuances --it is simply the end of the world when the class ends. I do remain calm, at least so far. I find it rather karmically humourous that someone who is very particular about social cues and behaviour would have a more than usually intense child. And loud...whooo doggies can that bean yell.


