Meet my daughter, Arab Ella

So, now that we are homeschooling, I've been working with Bella a little on her handwriting. Mostly just having her practice her name, as she tends to either write it in a mixture of capitol and lower-case letters, or her name starts on one line and drifts down through the next two before she gets to the end. Her phonics workbook has her practice the letter we are currently learning the sound of, so I don't do too much else. She's only four, I'm not pushing the penmanship.

But, as is often the case in parenting, sometimes the little boogers don't want to cooperate. So quite often Arabella does not want to write her name. Part of this is my own fault for giving her an eight letter name. I figured it was only fair I one-up my parents. Hey, I did give Abbigail an eight letter name, too. I'm nothing if not fair... Anyway, I don't push the issue for now.

But in church last Sunday I happened to glance down the pew to Bella, who was sitting beside my mom (Nana). Nana had given her a little spiral notebook and some crayons. The notebook was small - and her writing is large- so she was filling page after page with different colored versions of:


Arab
Ella


I had to smile.