Bridgette's preschool had scheduled a field trip for yesterday, but they actually did it a day early. Disappointed that she wouldn't be doing the field trip on the day I had told her it was going to happen, we created our own instead.
Wow. What a field trip.
It was super fun! Then it was just fun. Then it was sorta a little bit interesting. Then it was long. Then it was tiring.
It's a big store.
By the time I had finished checking out, we were ready to be gone two hours before.
I grabbed my receipt and was headed out the door before I realized Bridgette was carrying an extra item with her. I hadn't paid for it.
There was NO WAY I was going back through that gigantoid maze of a behemoth store to replace it on the shelf, and plus, Bridgette seemed very attached.
At $2.99, we purchased Bridgette's new best friend.
For a girl whose favorite "stuffed animals" of the past have included a sword, a shark, a leggy spider bigger than herself, and plastic flies with heads that come off, it was no particular surprise that she was carrying around a rat.
She was sure to tell me how much her rat missed her today while she was at preschool. She shared her cheese with her rat at lunch.
She loves her rat.
In pure Bridgetteness, she has named her white rat "Rainbow."
Since she was very young, Bridgette has been good at sorting colors and shapes but has given up very easily on puzzles. As a result her PT and OT both wanted us to do more puzzles.
We try, but she still has a tough time with it emotionally.
Last night she asked to put together a puzzle of the human body. It took us about 30 minutes.
In all honesty, it wasn't the hardest puzzle, but it wan't the easiest. It had 100 large pieces, many of them filled with blue background or veins, but on the back of the puzzle was a second puzzle... of a skeleton on the same blue background.
So if you were to say to a child, "Flip the piece around," or "Turn it," the piece would be as likely to end up in the correct/incorrect position as it would to become the wrong puzzle altogether.
First Bridgette ably connected all the words in the yellow key, and then I gave her the pieces for the internal organs.
She had a particular piece in her hand and could not place it properly.
She was exceptionally frustrated, on the verge of beating herself in the head like she almost never does anymore.
I was trying to help her with normal suggestions like, "Look at the shape of your piece! Two holes and two bumps. Do you see any spots where you could put a piece shaped like this?"
"Look! Your piece is purple! Look for some matching purple, and put your piece next to it!"
Finally and fed up, I said, "Bridgette, chill out. It's a piece of lung."
To which she responded, "Oh, luuuung." She slid herself to the top of the puzzle and placed it exactly where it needed to go.
We headed out to our favorite snowfield for some free exploration today and happened upon a train en route.
We like trains.
I pulled over into a side lot, rolled the windows down, and we watched the train back up and add cars, switch tracks, pull forward, switch again, back up and add more cars, etc.
Each time the train pulled forward next to us, Bridgette waved and gave the conductor a big thumbs up!
He was so friendly and repeatedly waved and blew his horn for her!
FIELD TRIP OF THE FIELD VARIETY
There's this field in which we like to play. It's isolated enough that I feel comfortable letting all three of my little folks roam. It's hard to find much open space around here, still in city limits, that's far enough away from traffic and other animals and construction and trains.
This particular field is slated for construction, but we hope it staves off a little while.
In the meantime, the tiny ones are free!
Bridgette has been choosing her own clothes and dressing herself lately. She usually dresses mostly-appropriately, but today Bridgette assured me she did not require boots or a coat.
Experience being the best education, we went without boots or a coat.
When we arrived, she changed her mind.
So she got my coat, but she had to keep her slippers on dry surfaces.
She still had fun.
On our way home from the train and the field, Bridgette and I saw three old cars being hauled on a flat bed truck.
Bridgette asked why they were on the truck, and I was trying to explain that they didn't work anymore and were either going to be refurbished or sold for parts.
She asked how old the cars were, and I said, "About as old as Gramma & Grampa Hoose, but not as old as Gramma & Grampa Summa or Grandma & Grandpa Johnson."
With immense understanding she replied, "Ohhh! Riiight! As old as fossil bones."
HOW PUZZLING AGAIN
As I've been typing this, Bridgette's been playing with 48 heavy duty magnets. No doubt I'll find ruined electronics later.
However she called to me a moment ago and said, "I take the puzzle apart! It's my favorite! Let's do it again, Mom. Let's do the skeleton."
And when she gets frustrated I'll remember to say, "Bridgette, calm down. Look at your piece. It's the xiphoid process."