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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then -
Linnea read until about midnight and woke tired. Astrid is having a growth spurt and I woke tired too. Somehow, I wasn't able to make proper breakfast but I did tidy the children's room and sorted all the laundry into loads, and the children ate my lunch. I did two sets of laundry and two loads in the dishwasher and handwashed all the glasses and scrubbed the chili casserole dish and found the swimsuits and towels and someone popped over and I made tea and served cupcakes and then I got the children dressed to go out in subzero temperatures and dropped a cake off at a friend's to cheer him up and brought the children to their swimming lessons and put the glass in the bottle banks at the pool and fed and changed Astrid at the pool without dropping her on her head on the tiles and got everyone home and somewhere in there I also read a home ed book, sat through the Usborne French DVD, and at the pool I read "Lis-moi une histoire" to both children. Oh, and Linnea could hardly move all day, because everywhere we go there's written matter and she MUST READ IT ALL ALL ALL NOW NOW NOW or there might be something out there she COULD read and DOESN'T and then the WORLD WOULD END.
She's even reading words she can't pronounce ("accompanied", today, and Reading-the-placename, not reading-the-verb). We've made that leap from the can-read-won't-read admit-nothing stage which I never, ever understood, to some other stage where she's happy enough to get stuff wrong, and reads books without hiding them from us.
I kind of wish I'd had more faith, now, but there it is. I'm tremendously excited by it all. And wondering whether there are still people to whom she won't admit she reads.
She's even reading words she can't pronounce ("accompanied", today, and Reading-the-placename, not reading-the-verb). We've made that leap from the can-read-won't-read admit-nothing stage which I never, ever understood, to some other stage where she's happy enough to get stuff wrong, and reads books without hiding them from us.
I kind of wish I'd had more faith, now, but there it is. I'm tremendously excited by it all. And wondering whether there are still people to whom she won't admit she reads.
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I remember a family friend's daughter switched to reading stories much below her level, I think when she changed schools, so that she fitted in socially.
If Emer is Linnea's only school peer it may not be as simple as that though.
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One of my private joys of motherhood was my daughter's misreadings when her ability to read outstripped her vocabulary! Her attempts at "Daphne", "Amazon" and "Madge" were unforgettable....
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Until we caught him at it one day when he was about 7. Reading well above his nominal grade level. Just not in front of anyone.
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I *still* have this as an adult as do many of my friends. Mine is exacerbated by teh deaf but confuses my mum's 65 yr old English Grammar School educated doctorman boyfriend because I can't pronounce a word but I can usually define it to the word...
I am delighted Linnea's reading more comfortably - I remember being at that must read everything phase and still get like that as an adult :)
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