“Let the living creature lie, / Mortal, guilty, but to me / The entirely beautiful”

TBD is five years and one month old, and again I've noted so little distinctive to this month that I'm seriously considering making this a bimonthly post.

Achievements unlocked: reading (at the “The cat sat on the mat” level), rock-scrambling, satisfaction in sorting by size. Achievements leveled up: LEGO assembly, handling new social situations with (if not aplomb) more poise.

And yes, true reading -- including working out CVC words not previously known. Single syllable, single consonants so far. But, we're on our way!

Aside from that, the only other distinctive development is clearly expressed pride in being able to play by oneself. Current consistent career goal is Doctor. Once, they claimed that this is so they can give people shots.

Media consumption includes more Ninjago than I care to shake a stick at (ugh the gender depictions), Power Rangers Dino Charge, a few other disposable adventure series, and the rest of the Ivy + Bean audiobooks. We're now working through the Ivy + Bean books read aloud at home. The DK Eyewitness book about mummies is a big hit, even while predicting (after a reading session) that they will have a bad dream about skeletons.

But most of all, there's the significance of the one (!) bit of talking, talking I jotted down:

(after asking for help opening a container)
“Actually, I don’t need any help. Because I’m five.”


You go, kid.

---L.

Subject quote from Lullaby, W. H. Auden.