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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then -
Dec. 6th, 2010 07:04 pmLinnea 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.