Not her father's Saturday morning cartoons

On this day after Thanksgiving, Eliana awoke to break her fast on the slice of pumpkin pie she had been talking about ever since stuffing herself at dinner yesterday.  She then went on to try to make paper snowflakes and airplanes.  She's still struggling with precise folding so that didn't go so well.  Next she turned to her box of musical instruments.  I woke up to the sound of her playing Kindermusic songs on her xylophone and maracas.  When I came down for breakfast, I was recruited to help her make a better paper airplane and then to convert it into a kite-like device.  Once she tired of spinning in circles with that, she asked if she could watch "How It's Made" on Netflix.  I told her it was fine once she cleaned up everything she'd gotten out.  She did a great job.  Now as she learns about the making of aluminium foil, snowboards, contact lenses, and bread, I hear a constant stream of "beautiful", "wow", "cool", and "pretty" from the den.

When I learned that I was going to have a daughter, I pictured a house full of dolls and dress-up.  We've got plenty of that.  I didn't expect to get the girl that also loves paper airplanes, documentaries, and math.  Of course the paper airplanes must be colored.  When the airplane is converted to a kite, it's with metallic ribbon, not string.  The footage of a glowing crucible is more likely to get a "beautiful!" than an "awesome!" When given the choice of activities to pass the time while getting the car's oil changed, she picked a math workbook over a coloring book.  Once she's completed each sheet to her satisfaction, she adorns it with myriad stars and hearts, the shapes she's currently proudest of being able to draw.