I am an avid reader. Like, crazy avid reader. When I'm substitute teaching (because there often, sadly, isn't much teaching to be done), I go through about 3 books a week. I go in spurts where I read as much as I can of a single author. I read legit literature. I read teen lit. I read sci fi or fantasy or historical fiction. Above all, I read to be entertained.
The exciting thing in this house is that Benjy is old enough to read, too! Okay, well, old enough to LEARN to read.
"Mom, I want to learn how to read."
"Okay, I can teach you."
"I don't want YOU to teach me."
And fair enough. In the same way I want to learn how to drive stick shift, but don't want Olli to teach me. I get it.
So, I asked a good friend, who happens to be a former first/second grade teacher to help us out. And so, for the past 3 weeks, she has been.
Here's Benjy before his first reading lesson.
True story: Benjy will sometimes look in our hallway mirror and say to himself, "I look like a teenager."
Benjy's first lesson was an assessment, to set the baseline and goal. Nothing was a surprise, but I was happy to hear that his comprehension scored high. Back in Arizona, we had started with chapter books- The Boxcar Children (a personal favorite of mine) was the first book we read. Now we're onto Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. It's wonderful to read books I find interesting and well written. I can't wait until he's old enough to read some Judy Blume (her Fudge series is genuinely hysterical), or R.L. Stine. I wonder if we should read Charlotte's Web next?
He starts kindergarten in a couple weeks. But they don't teach them how to read in kindergarten in Finland. They teach them how to sit still and follow instructions. And then they play outside for 3 hours. It's kind of amazing. I reckon once he gets into reading in English, reading in Finnish will be a cinch. The entire written language is phonetic- no exceptions.
In other Benjy news: he continues to be a problem solver/engineer. He's just announced he's going to turn an egg carton into an ice cream cone holder and make his own cardboard restaurant.
He loves his back tickled. And ice cream. And mint. And chewing gum- I bought some terrible flavor the other day and he STILL chews it. He just swishes his mouth with water for the first few minutes to get rid of the menthol taste.
He's so tan and blond and beautiful.
Even with food in his mouth.
And soon, he'll know how to read.