The case of the friendly cat

One of the most wonderful things about Frances is that she loves a good mystery: her mind won’t let something go until she has considered it from every angle — and even then, sometimes.

At the park today, a kitten followed us around and played with Frances and her cousin for a long time.

The cat was friendly and enjoyed a good belly rub. She was also clean and well cared for, so we figured that she must have a human family somewhere nearby.

Unfortunately, a little girl, who wasn’t wearing a coat and was about the same age as Frances, came along and promptly took the cat away while claiming that it was hers.

This little girl behaved roughly with the cat and sat her in a baby swing. She picked the cat up quickly and tried hard to keep the cat from escaping her attention.

This did not sit well with Frances and her cousin, and Frances concluded that the cat probably did not belong to the little girl.

She had several reasons why (including the fact that the girl had hesitated when asked for the cat’s name), and asked us many questions at the park.

I told my sister-in-law that Frances would not be able to stop trying to solve the mystery, and I knew that I was right.

A couple hours later, back indoors, Frances could be heard posing her questions about the cat and its supposed owner.

Six hours later, as she was settling to go to sleep, she wanted to tell me the reasons for suspecting that the girl was not the cat’s owner.

Tomorrow, and for some time after, we will go over it all again until Frances is comfortable with the mystery not being solved. 

By then, she will have found a new mystery…

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On the bus

I was wearing a hoodie today — my one and only hoodie — when I went to pick up Frances.

Her: Oh my gawd! You do not look great in that! You can’t wear that EVER AGAIN!

We always say: if you want the truth, ask Frances…   šŸ™‚

(I just want to add: she speaks honestly, without any malice whatsoever, and it is quite refreshing.)

Helpful kid

For a couple days recently, Frances was home sick, but she had plenty of energy.

I was sick, too, with a little less energy than usual.

So, for some unknown reason, I decided to try to organize some of my art supplies, and Frances offered to help sort my crayons by colour.

I thought of declining her offer, but then I remembered that she truly loves sorting (and always has). “If she really wants to,” I thought, “why not?”

I’m glad that I let her do it — she was so enthusiastic and pleased with herself for being very helpful.

She actually organized more than 150 crayons in very short order. I would have gotten halfway through the task at best…

It was definitely a  win-win situation!

Early days

Every day, Facebook delivers memories of my girls, and it usually reminds me to make a journal entry of some sort.

Here, Frances is three-and-a-half and waiting for her preschool class to start.

She loved to play with the light and shadows, and she still does!


Nature studiesĀ 

As I’ve mentioned before, Frances goes to a private school. It’s not a school for children with ASD, but it gives her the small classroom size and the individual attention that she needs. 

No school is perfect, but we really like it for her as it follows our province’s school curriculae yet also heavily emphasizes an appreciation of nature. 

In addition to outdoor studies, the school participates several times a year in a bird conservation program that is very unique.

Over the poles

Frances is now at her 8th week or so of horse riding lessons, and for the last seven weeks or so, I’ve watched her walk or trot the horse over poles.

Last night, I learned that the other riders had been riding for a year before they started walking and trotting over poles in September.

As it turns out, nobody told Frances that only more experienced riders would do it, so, thankfully, she just went ahead and did it as the other girls learned to do so.

That’s great instruction — and I’m so proud of our little equestrian.