All about Pea
Posted on June 10th, 2012
She’s 114 cm tall (3’88) and 21.4 kg (47.1 lbs), which puts her in the 89th and 86th percentiles. She still has huge feet, and I’m expecting she’ll grow into them like a puppy (and hoping she outgrows my shoes before it’s time for her to want to wear them).
It is so odd for me to see her next to smaller, older (more socially/intellectually advanced) kids. She’s like a Godzilla preschooler. I loved it when Meggan Connors and her family visited a couple of weeks ago, because size-wise, she fit right in with her two kids! (That and we had a whole lot of fun, too.)
There was this point Thursday where Pea divided 6 by 2 and then by 3. She was looking at six muffins and told me we could each have three. I said, no, a friend was coming by. She said, OK, so we’ll each have two. I had no idea she could do that! So in addition to worksheets and connect the dots (her very favorite thing to do) on Friday, I experimented with blocks and division and yeah, she gets division. She can’t count by twos reliably and we aren’t always accurate on 1-20 (though 20-30 is usually right), but she can divide.
She’s really into her dancing — and has figured out how to watch dancing videos on YouTube on her phone — but when we go to class, she falls apart. I know she’s absorbing some of it because she practices well, but at the lesson, late in the day and with all the distractions, she’s a mess.
Her interest in reading and the construction of words is picking up. Thank goodness. I will miss it when she picks up a book and “reads” me her version of it from the pictures, though.
She’s been spending a lot of time looking at my tamer comic books — and suddenly her drawing skills have improved. That’s been fun to watch unfold. She likes She-Hulk and Wonder Woman. She asked why boy superheroes get to wear clothes and Wonder Woman only wears panties. Good question, kid. She decided She-Hulk is stronger than Word Girl.
She is moody. Friday I was told she didn’t like kisses, but Saturday she wanted lots of kisses.
I was sick Thursday and Friday, but Saturday I woke up mostly normal, and after a slow morning, I took Pea to OMSI and we watched an IMAX film together. I haven’t taken her to a regular movie yet, but she has two IMAX films and two planetarium shows under her belt now. (For a kid who is tall and skinny and folds up in the folding seats, 45 minutes is pretty much the max she can handle — and she still spends half the time with her hands over her ears because it’s too loud for her.) It’s a far cry from the screaming as soon as the planetarium lights went down (I’d say that was when she was an early 3). Very grateful for that!
Pea is so darling! My kids loved her. After all, I’m pretty sure it was his interaction with Pea that made Chewey declare that he “could live in Oregon.” Monk was all over it from the start, but Chewey is a little resistant to change, and was adament we would never leave our house until
after he met Pea.
Those two together consistently would rule the universe. Or destroy it.
You have a great kid.
I hope you guys *do* get a chance to move here — 4 years isn’t that long!
Tedd took P. to a movie at the art museum theatre – Totoro, which she’d seen before loads and loads, during a matinee so there’d be lots of other families there. She, too, folded up in the seat, so she sat on him. I haven’t had the guts to try it myself, but I feel like she does better with that sort of thing with him than she does with me.
She’s the same way — I think she behaves better with Gman around. I started out with the planetarium because it was free — if I had to walk out again, no biggie. Then she wanted to see the IMAX and I figured, well, what the heck? So she might surprise you!
I love reading your stories about Pea because it reminds me of watching – and being utterly bumfuzzled by – Emma’s and Morgan’s development. And it happened in huge bounds (usually right at the point when I was entirely sick of them acting in a particular way, they’d hit a development leap and that annoying behavior evaporated). It’s awesome that Pea can handle IMAX; I remember taking Emma to see an IMAX show when she was really young and we never made it past the IMAX-touting intro – she was horrified by a lion yawning and started crying, so we had to leave. She told me a few years later (though I doubt she’d remember it now) that she spent a lot of time thinking about that lion and being terrified by it, any time she went into a theater, the school auditorium, stadium, etc. It made me feel really bad! I had no idea how her little senses would be totally overwhelmed by the enormous visuals.
Kids are such an amazing phenomenon.