E took an acting class (Acting ABCs) from the NW Children's Theater this spring. It was a very positive experience for her. D would take her down there to give me precious time to myself so I tried to remove myself from the whole adventure, but she came home so energized. (Her teacher was a young man named Noah, in case your child ever has an opportunity to take a class there from him.)
Earlier this week the class gave their final play, and David recorded the performance and uploaded it (with fatherly pride) to YouTube. E played Mr. McGreeley --in the overalls and red straw hat. (Please don't feel you must watch this because I put this link here mostly for my family.)
We were pleased that E seemed so engaged in the play onstage. But the weirdest thing happened last night: she took center stage in the living room and did the entire play -- including narration, all parts, and all physical movement -- solo. She had memorized the entire thing with emotion and inflection. It almost seemed like she was relieved finally to get to play all of the parts.
She's been listening to lots of long books on tape, and we've been reading chapter books to her at night. However, I hadn't realized how carefully she's able to track a narrative already. Obviously, I'll need to keep feeding this fire.