Since the mini heatwave at the start of the summer holidays, G's burning question every evening has been regarding the temperature. Not your average 3 year old's question, but an important one all the same.
You see the heat has been a nightmare for our G. It's resulted in regular battles over nightwear which quite frankly have exhausted us all. Most nights we were able to negotiate full length top or bottoms, with either a vest or pants. And some nights when even G realised she had beads of sweat forming on her forehead, we were able to push her one step further to short pyjamas, but this was usually linked to whether she had worn shorts during the day.
So tonight when G realised that it was cool enough to wear full length pyjamas and socks, and be able to wrap herself up like a sausage roll inside her duvet, she shrieked with delight. No joke. But that joy in her, that smile, it made me happy too.
Our daughter is awesome. I love that she knows what she wants, and how fiercely she'll stick to what she thinks is right, regardless of how impractical it is. I really hope it will set her in good stead one day when she, standing at perhaps 4'11 or maybe even 5', is faced with one of a much greater height who thinks they can gip her off just because she is small. The blatant demolishing of a group of much older children's sandcastle recently is proof that G is gutsy.
But in the back of my mind I have this niggling thought that just won't go away. What if she is starting to display some tendencies? And of what? The above, combined with the need for strict adherence to routine, certain clothings, her severe dislike of certain noises, her over sensitivity to taste/ texture/smell, her advanced language skills, repetitive (almost parrot like) fashion....it all just makes me think it's possibly part of something more? And if it is, it doesn't matter. We just want to know so we can put the best strategies in place to support her. Heck it's not about labels, just doing the best by our precious girl.
We have a pre-school check scheduled with the community paediatric team in October, so hopefully they'll listen to my concerns and tell me if I'm on to something or simply over anxious.
In other news...
* Eyes: G had 2 appointments at the eye clinic recently. The first went exceptionally well-the friendly smile of the female optometrist combined with the bright posters and fun 'games' enabled us to establish that her eyes are still working in unison and displaying no signs of major problems. The second appointment with the consultant, who greeted G with equally as friendly smile but sadly due to his gender and a rather alien looking contraption on his head, did not go so well. In fact, he politely dimissed us after 10 minutes and told us to return in in 6 months!
*Pre school worries: G returns to pre school shortly, and whilst she is extremely excited at returning to a familiar setting, she is incredibly nervous at starting at a second and slightly less familiar pre school setting. With routine being an issue, and the holidays putting her out of kilt, I'm working on putting together a photographic daily timetable, as well as making up some stories incorporating these changes.
* Bronze medal position: Not content in waiting until the autumn term to gain her bronze gymnastics medal, G powered through summer holiday club and achieved it this week. Determination wins over yet again. Darn star jump we got the better of you!!
* Can you wash my football shirt again tonight Daddy? G would sleep in her new pink football shirt if she could. Day after day after day she has worn it. Why didn't you buy 2, or better still 3 of them Uncle?!
* Finally, a plait: G has the most beautiful curls. People comment wherever we go. The downside...the detangling of them. She HATES it with a passion. As for a pony tail, don't even go there. Tears at the mere mention! So this week we informed her that for sport she needs to start wearing her hair up- it's in the rules and regs. Cue meltdown. After tears and cuddles, G decided she'd be happiest with a plait (so long as it doesn't pull her head and have a bobble that hurts). Man does she look even cuter than normal :)
So that's us! I'm absolutely gutted that the summer holidays are nearly over as I've had the BEST time with my girl. As I look in on her each night, I thank God for what a truly beautiful, funny, kind and loving little person she is. And in G's words, "I'm your's and daddy's girl aren't I"... too right G and we would not change a thing.
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