Ellen

Ellen is our sensitive soul. She craves quiet, books, and writing. She detests crowds and will melt down after prolonged exposure. Andy recently suggested that she could be the President of the United States to which she replied, "No way! And have all those cameras in my face all the time!" She has an amazing ability, for someone so young, to express her stress and frustration with words.

Ellen is our go to person for helping Timothy. She likes to play with him and doesn't like to see him in distress. She is very patient with him. And he seeks her assistance.

She spends most of her free time playing school. Megan is her student. I should probably be a bit more involved in this and insert my agenda. Ellen is going to be a teacher when she grows up.

Ellen plays a skinner in World of Warcraft. I think she has a cow named Stinky, too. I'm not really sure if she plays the cow and if not, why a skinner would have one. Alive, I mean. She enjoys this time with Dad.

Her softball season just started last week. She can hit pretty well for a kid who never hit without a tee before this year. Her league is trying something new this year. The first half of the season is coach pitch and the second half is kid pitch. The kid pitch has all sorts of stipulations in place to ensure that the games don't last 6 hours. I don't know the age group, but she is 7. I question the wisdom of kid pitch.

Ellen is still campaigning to play the violin. She already plays the piano. I need her to read music a little better before she tries another instrument. She has a good ear and can cheat her way through the song once she knows what the first note is and what finger to use. Her piano teacher tells me that she has a good violin teacher when I'm ready. Her teacher also told me that if I wait until 4th grade that I won't need a junior size instrument.

Here's Ellen's Mother's Day essay. It came from school with a bag of candy.

Let me explain why my Mom is the sweetest. First of all my Mom is the sweetest because she drives me around. She takes me around town when she takes me to dance. My Mom takes me to piano. I'm thankful my Mom is hear.

Next my Mom is the sweetest because she makes me food. My Mom makes me food evry day. I love the food she makes me. I think she is the sweetest.

Lastly my Mom is the sweetest because she teaches me. She teaches me when I don't know it. I love it when she dose that. I love my Mom.

To conclude these are the reasons my Mom is the sweetest. I love it when she drives me, makes me food, and teaches me. I love my Mom.