Pamela found a new passion in life, a very Southern one: sitting on the back porch, rocking the day away. With the two ceiling fans, the face-melting heat is manageable. Lately, to respect her wishes, we do whatever lessons we can outdoors. We both find it a peaceful place to learn.
Yesterday, we were reading the speech therapy script ala the Association Method. To make sure she is listening, I will occasionally say the wrong word and she finds it funny. Pamela turned the tables on me by winking as if to tell me nonverbally, "Make a mistake, Mom, because I like it when you are silly." Of course, I played a long and thought of some whoppers to put in the story.
Today's story for speech therapy involved a lamb and a blind girl. Pamela did a wonderful job of connecting the story to her memory of lambs and blind people. Then, when we headed over to my parents house, I noticed her carrying something with her. She had rummaged through her toys in her room and pulled out this sheep to take with her!