yesterday's post, um...enthusiastically. That had to be close to 70 pounds of books, right there. Bella is in book heaven.
OH, and she is also giddily enjoying having her own email address. I'm doing most of the heavy lifting on the GoodReads page (my words always identified as mine, though), but Bella's email is HERS. Don't forget it. Actually, if you do, it's OK...she will remind you. Loudly. She is the ONLY ONE allowed to type a reply to any of HER emails.
In case you're thinking of doing something similar, let me just give you my observations so far. The delight of a preschooler receiving and reading email messages to herself? And then responding? And squealing, "YOUR MESSAGE HAS BEEN SENT!" when Gmail pops that up on the screen? ADORABLE.
The sitting on your hands, with their twitchy, twitchy typing fingers, that you have to do while she hunts and pecks, doesn't capitalize anything, and takes for...EV...er to do finish? A little bit agonizing. Today she wrote "wood" instead of "would" in a reply to a message from her daddy, and absolutely did not believe me when I told her the correct spelling, and ended the argument with, "Well, that's how I'm spelling it today."
There was also a minor meltdown about the word "eight," because, and I quote, "ATE DOESN'T SPELL LIKE THAT!"
Some thing are not worth arguing about.