This Thursday afternoon Ingrid’s preschool had their summer party, officially ending this term. Preschool is still open for another two weeks but in “summer mode”, with freer activities and less focus on the educational side of things. And I am actually getting used to the idea of Ingrid going to school this autumn.

I still haven’t quite gotten used to how much more mature she now seems. I wrote about it last month so I’m not going to rehash the details. But it reminds me how these things really seem to happen in waves. For a long time it feels like nothing happens, and then suddenly I realize she’s grown. Not in size but inside.

Speaking of size, though, she weighs 19.9 kg and has size 110/116 in clothes (closer to 116).

Ingrid more mature emotionally and socially than just a few months ago. She’s more capable, and more willing to be capable, and less inclined to ask us to do things she is able to do on her own.

She can focus and concentrate very well, as long as she finds the task worthwhile. At the preschool summer party the kids performed several song and dance acts, and I was impressed by how concentrated she was during the dancing: really focused on the music and the moves, and doing them all in the right order and at the right time, rather than looking around or dreaming away (like some other kids were).

She’s also gained confidence. During that same show, she and a friend of hers performed a song together: just the two of them, in front of 30 families or so. And they did great. She sang loudly and clearly and seemed pretty relaxed about it. The whole show was planned by the kids, so this was something she and friend M wanted to do, not something a teacher put them up to.

The song, by the way, was Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Ingrid first sang it in English, and then M repeated it in Swedish – “for those of you in the audience who need a translation”. Ingrid has gradually been learning English of her own accord. She’s been watching movies in English for a long time, but she has also started asking us what things are called, speaking to us in English rather than Swedish or Estonian, etc. “I am eating bread”, “This is a book”, “I want to go out”, “Adrian cannot eat this”, “This apple is red”, “Where is the fork” etc.

To Adrian, she speaks Swedish. She clearly views Swedish as her native language.

Her confidence also shows in physical bravery. She swings high and climbs high, and jumps from one tall structure to another, and hangs from things.

Yesterday we went to a swimming pool, and after a few practice rides with me, she was going on her own down the cascade, which ends with a big splash in a deep pool where she can’t touch the bottom, as well as through the water jet tunnel. (With flotation aids, though, since she cannot yet swim well enough to keep her head above the surface.) Last time, a few months ago, she would not do either of those without holding on to me.

She is also happier. There are fewer sulky faces, and more laughs and smiles.

Favourite pastime: Bamse, still. The first thing she does on Saturday mornings is to ask for her weekly Bamse. She reads that, and then buys another one for some of her allowance, and then some more. During the week she may talk about saving money for this or that, but when she has the money in her hand and the stack of Bamse back issues in front of her, all of that goes right out of her head and she spends it all on that. She now reads so fast and effortlessly that she can easily plow through ten of them in a day.