This Reminds Me

Julia-the-kindergartener is now “reading” eight-page books, each featuring a maximum of 10 repetitive words.  First I let her take a visual and oral whack at each word, then help her.  We “read” each book for three or four nights, until she’s really got it down.  Then her teacher exchanges the tome for another.

Today’s literary masterpiece:  “We Can Fix.”

Bob the Builder’s got nuttin on us.

Julia arrived into a family of bibiophiles.  Our bedroom is awash in “dirt magazines,” computer journals and novels.  If it’s been featured in Teen People, Rachel knows about it.  Lois has the most eclectic literary interests of any 13-year-old I’ve ever known – the child will read anything.  Hannah knocked down more than 500 reading minutes over her Christmas break, participating in a fifth grade contest.

Rachel, Lois and Hannah are way past needing anyone to read to them.  Julia, though, likes a lap and a pointing finger.  Good thing.  Until recently, I’d forgotten to hop on Pop.  I’d not heard Mr. Brown moo (can you?) in years.  The pond (slowly) progresses, but I’ve seen no one fish, two fish, red fish or blue fish in ages.  And yes, I’d lost the savory scent of green eggs and ham.

If you miss those things, too, come by around bedtime.

We can fix it.