(Unrelated, but my family will find that title amusing, nobody else will understand the reference, but that's cool).
Anyway, we went on a walk this evening. And froze our butts off. I love this weather, what with jackets, sweaters and all that. But when you pile the kids into the wagon, bundled in blankets that they won't keep on, wearing just tee shirts and pants underneath, it's not long before you have two frozen daughter-cicles! My kids were nice shades of red and purple by the time we got back, but neither way happy about being home, as both would have rather froze and played than be warm and in bed.
The one distraction from the cold on the way home was counting, (we would count and clap, it got blood circulating, and took our minds of the bitter winds.) And counting happens to be one of Annie's favorite past times. This Sunday she started counting everyone in Church until she was suddenly like, "You know Mom, it's just a lot of people." And although this will be interesting to pretty much nobody but myself, and I'm including it merely for journaling purposes, I decided now was a good a time as any to jot down Annie's version of counting.
OK, so here's how it goes:
Annie: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 18 . . ."
I interrupt with, "Seventeen." Annie tends to refuse to acknowledge 17's existence, but I have heard her slip it in on accident a time or two now, which is promising.
"17, 18, 19, 20, 22, 23"
She also apparently has issues with 21, as it gets left out almost as often as 17. "Twenty-one, Annie."
"21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, twenty-seventeen, twenty-eighteen, twenty-nineteen . . ."
"Annie, it's just 26, 27, 28 . . ."
"Oh, 28, 29 . . ." Then, half the time it's "Thirty," and the other half it is "Twenty-ten."
Then from there we can pretty easily make it to forty, except she does sometimes slip into the 'teens' again in the high 40s, but for the most part, once we clear 30, we're good 'til about 50. Then she usually gets bored.
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The little boy from Somalia in my class says Twenty-ten, Thirty-ten, etc. I think it is adorable. He barely speaks a word of English, but counts really well, except for those transitions.
Just an FYI: in Annie's counting, you left out 16, but then reminded her it was 17 she had forgotten. Just wondering which number she really has issues with....
She's doing well for such a small thing! Our 5 year old STILL forgets 16....
... for you and me but it's not his problem...
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