I mentioned in a recent post that Bethany is finally getting potty trained, just a few months shy of her 3rd birthday. Nearly all of our other children trained several months younger, but I’m a big believer in waiting for plenty of readiness signs and we just weren’t getting the signals from her. I’m glad to say that the wait paid off and she was trained in a morning, with just one pee accident before we started, and another 4 days later. She doesn’t wear a diaper for naps, and I think she’s waking up dry in the morning, though we’re not good about getting the diaper off right away. Not bad stats, eh? Bowel training is a little different, but we’re moving along nicely.
She’s also learning to read from Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons
. I had no intention of starting her yet – my phonics philosophy is a lot like my potty training philosophy, and Perry is my first to start reading lessons in earnest before the ripe old age of 6 – but she begged when she learned that 4yo PerryBoy was doing it. Begging is a sign of readiness in my philosophy, so I was bound by my own words.
Would you believe she’s actually doing it? She has the attention span of a 2yo and the mind of a 12yo. She chatters incessantly about the dust bunny on the ceiling, her sisters’ new clothes, and her own belly button, but in between she says everything she is supposed to say, does everything she is supposed to do, and understands everything she’s supposed to understand. We’re on lesson 13, and my 2yo is well on her way to sounding out simple words. I really think she can now if and when she wants to. I am speechless.
I may be speechless, but Bethany’s not. She’s never speechless.
A few days ago she was putting on a shirt and noticed the letters on it. “Is this shirt a reading lesson?” she asked me, eyes wide with wonder.
With catlike reflexes, I pounced on the learning opportunity presented. “Umm…yes?…Yes, it is! See? It says b-e-s-t. Best [Friends]”
She studied her shirt for a moment then shook her head, sure of herself now. “No, Mom. It’s a shirt.”