It also marked the first time she read her entire bedtime story aloud. She picked one of the more challenging picture books from her little library, Eric Carle's A House For Hermit Crab. She did a lot of sounding out and asked for help with unfamiliar words like 'anemone' and 'lanternfish', but she stuck with it and at the end, asked if a hermit crab would get get along with the red-clawed crabs (Sesarma bidens) in our freshwater tank. I told her they wouldn't, since red-clawed crabs are aggressive. (If they had speech bubbles over their heads, they would say "Hey, wanna fight?" most of the time and "Dang, I'm hungry." the rest.)
This week I hope to look at acquiring a dresser so I can enjoy my third year with more than one drawer and a suitcase. Perhaps I will find my two missing socks in the process.
Also, today is slutmuphin's birthday. Eat cake and prosper!