Tuesday, March 9, 2010
BH has been asking how to spell things lately. A sure sign of his brilliance to me! Finally, Lance decided he needed to attempt to write his name. I was so excited because he practiced with his finger first and seemed to know what to do. I was certain I'd be able to read his first attempt at writing his name. And I could. It was typical for a three year old, and I was so proud. UNTIL I realized that he wrote it with his right hand and not his left hand. I'm a lefty, as is my brother and friend Stacy, two of my favorite people. I want a left handed kid, I can't explain it, but I do. It must be a left handed person thing. Of all our kids, BH has shown from the beginning that he was going to be a lefty: eating, throwing, grabbing with his left hand. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about this. How could I have been so wrong about this?