Tuesday, December 20, 2005
I was driving Alesia to dance class tonight, and she slumped down in the seat, took off her shoes and waved her feet at everyone for 5 minutes. It was a hoot. I didn’t bother to tell her nobody could see her feet in the dark – she was having too much fun. “Look, Mom they will think there’s something wrong with my hand, then they will see it’s my FOOT!” She had her seatbelt on, so what could I say?! [I could say, thank God Granny wasn’t in the car]
Tonight when I was putting her to bed she was acting quite dramatic, as usual. (Every boo boo is almost fatal.) I said [for the hundredth time] “You are SUCH a drama queen, baby.” She giggled and said “But I WANT to be a Comedy Queen!”
Alesia's Russian ESL teacher gave her a couple of books in Russian,
to read over Christmas – Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn, and Gulliver’s Travels.
I hope she reads both volumes – it will help her later when she must read them
in English. Over the summer, Alesia read all the books in Russian that Miss
Kerivan loaned her. She likes to read. Miss Kerivan sent me a sweet e-mail saying
how much she enjoys teaching Alesia and what a great girl she is – we are lucky
to have her teaching Alesia. [I am trying to get over being mad at her about the pinkeye thing.]
I cannot stop thinking about a little boy I am thinking about adopting. I try to imagine what it will be like to have a boy. I think up boy’s names I like [his name is Igor – that will have to change]. I imagine him and Alesia playing together. I imagine him playing soccer. I am trying to say “Don’t get your hopes up” but my rational mind keeps losing to my emotions. Maybe it’s too much Christmas sentimentality…
