malvasia bianca

After sleeping for about 14 hours each of the last two days, my flu seems to be getting under control. I’m not healthy yet, but I’m pretty sure I’m on the mend.

Anyways: when I was a kid, I read a lot. Miranda, however, hasn’t shown any real interest in reading yet. She has lots of books, and very much enjoys being read to, but for whatever reason she doesn’t feel compelled to do it herself. Which bothered me for a little while, but I’m used to it by now.

Over the last three or so months, though, she’s gotten very into writing. She has stories she wants to tell; they get carefully sounded out and written down. One of my favorite recent examples:

Once upon a time, a little girl went out into the woods. She went until she was tired. The next day she saw a ball. Luckily she had a gown and a pair of high heels, so she went inside. She danced with the prince for a long time. It was fun. [Something I can’t read omitted.] He decided to be a good pirate. So he filled out a form and got a boat.

(You can tell I’d been playing Sid Meier’s Pirates! when she wrote this.)

At least that’s the way I’d write the story; she spells it more like this:

Wos opm o tm a littl grll wit at in to the wos she wit in til she was tiyrbe.

Which is probably a bit hard for some people to read, but for those of us used to her writing, it’s pretty clear. I imagine her spelling will improve dramatically once she starts reading, though.

I don’t know how much her desire to write instead of read is just the way she is and how much of it comes from the fact that she’s been doing so much kid writing at school over the last year and a half. Either way, it’s a lot of fun to be around.