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-Fiona says brefixt for breakfast.
-When she is overtired going to bed, she has a great fear of a dragon getting in the house. She says she will be outside and she will run into the house with Papa and the dragon will try to get in, too, but it is too big. And the dragon is learning how to make the house and door bigger so it can get in.
-Moths give Fiona the willies.
-Fiona is into the Teen Titans show and comics these days. She calls them the Team Titans.
-Fiona loves to work on Projects (crafts). She came up with a pin-the-tail on the giraffe project and likes to peek while she tries to pin the tail.
-I have been trying to show Fiona how to brush a bug off of her if she finds one. She doesn’t like bugs on her and we have been pretending that seeds or pebbles are bugs and we put one on ourselves. Then, Eek! we brush it off.
-She loves to help. Anytime I start something, especially in the kitchen, I hear her feet thump-thumping towards me then, “I want to help!” Last night we pressed pizza dough into flat shapes together and Papa grilled up some personal pizzas.

-Fiona is totally impressed by my ability to juggle. I can only juggle two things.
-When riding in the car, Fiona has taken to asking the unanswerable question, “Where are we?” Mostly I say, “In the car,” though sometimes I try to name the street. I think I preferred her brief bout of, “Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”
-When we go to sleep at night, Fiona used to snuggle up with her head on my arm, my arm wrapped around her. Now she needs to be near me but free of me.
-She still says hangabur for hamburger.
-Fiona loves Cinderella. She loves to dress up and play Cinderella, to watch the Disney DVD and the Fairy Tale Theatre DVD, to make Cinderella puppets and to read her Cinderella book. She wakes up some mornings, wipes her eye, looks at me and says, “Do you want to play Cinderella with me?”
-I have got to learn to sit on my hands a little more. She is very sensitive to me helping too much and will give up on something if I interfere too much.
-She still loves the PBS show, Super Why.
-In her gymnastics class, she already has a much more confident sense of balance than she did the first class and insists on walking across the balance beams without help.
-She tried some roller skates and was able to skate without any help right away.
-She loves to draw and paint. Her paints and painting easel are set up so she can use them anytime she wants.
-Anytime I work on anything she pipes up, “I want to help!” It’s a challenge to work out ways she can help sometimes but it’s rewarding so I always try.
-She is so close to being able to read. She often has us read books by saying each word as she points at it.

-Fiona loves the television show Super Why. She pronounces it Super Wide.
-When we are in the car and I ask her if she would like some music, the answer always seems to be “Yes!” These days, the yes is followed by “I want Girl Music!” Girl Music seems to be dance music with a female vocalist.
-She still says “ever-ah-got” instead of forgot. For example, “Oh! I ever-ah-got my socks!” when putting on her shoes. I think it is a combination of forgot and ever got. Something like, did you ever get those socks I mailed you?
-Fiona is very good about not eating food that has corn (she has a sensitivity) in it when I mention it is an ingredient in something.
-She loves to wear her pink princess dress. We gave it to a friend’s daughter and they gave it back to us as a hand-me-down years later.
-Fiona’s favorite color is pink. Decidedly.
-Just a few days ago, she started a “take-away” game. She will put a few things together, ask that I say how many there are then take one away and ask that I say how many are left. It is very ritualized.
-Zibby is her best friend.
-Fiona always wants me to help her have conversations between her toys. “You talk the giraffe!” I’m sorry to say it’s driving me crazy.
-She isn’t saying things are “color-y” instead of colorful anymore.
-Fiona likes the story of Cinderella almost as much as the story of the Three Little Pigs.
-Today, we played the story of Rapunzel. Fiona had Rapunzel (a snipped piece of pink drinking straw that was cut to be a necklace bead) and I had the prince (a blue bead from a snipped apart mardi gras necklace) and her felt jewelry box was the tower. Apparently, Rapunzel needed the prince to get up to her at the top of the tower to return her glass slipper. Then they lived happily ever after.

I am only now recovering from the flu. Last Saturday was the worst day and I was only awake for a few hours of it. Today, I still have a cough but I have lots more energy and I don’t feel nearly as dumb as I have been. Today, though, Fiona has slowed down and is coughing. Thank goodness for PBS; she is quietly watching from the couch while slowly sliding to horizontal. She does not like to slow down for anything as unproductive as being sick. And Johnny reports that he has a cough and is slowing down, too. Well, I’m grateful that I’m well enough now that I can make sandwiches for them, change the sheets and scrub out the tub.