I thought teaching a child to read would be different than it's been with Hannah so far. I pictured a lightning bolt experience. A sudden "ah ha!" moment. Afterall, most milestones are that way, right? Maybe that's why I was afraid I might miss it. I missed her first word (daycare) and her first crawl (church nursery). I don't like missing things when it comes to my firstborn. So I have been over vigilant about the reading process. I have realized, though, that her journey to reading has been more like a slow sunrise than a fast moving thunderstorm. I have been here for all of it, soaking it up, watching the rays of light stretch across the horizon of her mind. It's been awesome.
And funny. Friday she was staring blankly at the Pringles can. After a while, she looked up with this confident smile and said, "Mommy! I know what his name is!" I wondered what in the world she was talking about and how I, a child of the 80's had somehow missed Mr. Pringle's first name. "Og!" she shouted. Og? Really, okay. Then I saw it. There was a symbol, lower left hand corner of the can stating that there were zero grams of transfats in this can. Og. Well, I didn't have the heart to tell her differently so if you come to our house and are offered some of Og's chips, please play along.
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LOL! That's awesome! Emma was reading a book the other night where one character said something to a 2nd character, and the 2nd character, according to Emma, said, "Ock!" (Rhymes with sock.) I looked at the page to see what in the world she was talking about. The person was supposed to say, "OK!" (The author didn't spell it out "okay.") Credit for sounding things out!
Oh, the reading experience. Landry caught on like she's been doing it her whole life, where Nolan is still trying to figure out the letters of the alphabet. I can't believe how different kids are! At least she has solved the age-old mystery of what that funny looking guy should be called!
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