Tonight Big read Night You Were Born (Orchard Picturebooks)
to me. We got it at the library earlier this week, when they were selling off lots of books, 6 for £1. And as you know, we’ve a shortage of books here 😉
Anyway, tonight we talked about punctuation marks, I said things like ‘that’s a question mark, and it means that those words ahead of it are a question’, and she completely changed how she was reading. It surprised me that I didn’t need to say anything else.
I almost feel guilty that I said anything at all – from how her reading changed instantly, she obviously knew all about how to read aloud questions and so on, and she would probably have figured it out for herself fairly soon. Or maybe not, either way, her reading has become increasingly fluent recently, and as it’s got more fluent, it’s actually become more difficult to listen to, as she wasn’t stumbling over the words any more, she was stumbling over the story, iyswim.
Gosh I’m tired. Today has been the first day since Monday that I’ve been up and out all day. I spent most of Tuesday and Wednesday in bed with an absolutely stinking head cold (in August! I ask you – how is that supposed to work then?), staggered around the house feeling sorry for myself yesterday, and dragged myself up the M1 for the annual team brief today. Actually, I doubt I will last out the whole day, I’m practically seeing double here.
Looks like Tim and the offspring had a pretty good day too. I’m trying very hard not to be jealous of how much they are enjoying going out with daddy – I feel a bit taken for granted when the holidays that I’ve taken them on and the times I’ve taken them out seem to have just vanished into the mists of time. But parenting isn’t supposed to be a competition, and I should just get over myself. 😉 Besides, I got to read bedtime stories while Tim went out for fish and chips . (We really know how to push the boat out here :grin:) I read Angel Mae
, which I really rather enjoyed. Bit of a baby theme tonight, especially as both stories were punctuated by howls of frustration from Small, trying unsuccessfully to insert pregnant barbie’s baby into one of his cars for a drive!
I’m a bit incoherent here. Think you’ll probably cope, but I’d better shut up anyway.
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