Christmas 1858

Yesterday, Julia counted up to four. Well, not really counted - recited the numbers and stabbed randomly at objects. Monday, in the span of about half an hour, she jumped from "counting" to five to counting to nine and then, after I helped with the last one, to ten. She just rattles 'em off: "One. Do. Tee. Foe. Yive. Yick. Yeve. Ate. Nine. Den." At this rate, she'll be "counting" to 1,858 on Christmas. I don't think that we have that many of anything in the house to count, except maybe rice. And I'm not going to let her count rice. Learning must take second place to tidiness.