I don’t remember what I was reading in first grade…or second…not even third. I begin to have vague recollections around fourth with Roald Dahl’s The BFG and The Babysitter’s Club books. There is nightly tradition in my house. My son and I curl up in my bed with the book we’re currently reading together. We …
My six year-old informed his older sister, who is in high school, that the text he’d just read was, in fact, informational text. The implication being it was fact and she should not argue with him. I’m raising a future debater. I can just feel it.
It’s hard for me to remember the days when I was learning to read. It’s been nearly thirty years since those times. I think my lack of memory is compounded by my avid reading. A case of reading so much over the years that it’s hard to remember where I began. All of that probably …
My week this week was…unproductive to say the least. Long days at work and many family events during the evenings. It’s making me a little nervous with NaNo coming and things only getting busier. It’s just the time of year when things go into warp speed. We’re also mid-birthday party planning for the boy child. …
My son is now in Kindergarten. This week his first school book order arrived. He had poured over the book order forms and placed an “x” next to each item he wanted. When he brought his new books out for me to see, he cradled them in his hands like something fragile. My heart swelled.
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