Head cold

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.