A little me...
I know this is probably egotistical of me, but I'm happy when I (or someone else) sees a bit of me in my children. I spend a lot of the day noticing traits of my husband in them, and I'm very grateful for those, but sometimes it's harder to notice the things that are like yourself (although somehow the negative things are always glaringly obvious...why is that?).
But, today, this little guy:
was sitting at the kitchen table with two books, completely ignoring his breakfast, and enthralled in what he was "reading." He tells me he's reading. And amazingly he understands that words in books mean something, and he can tell that each word means something different. Some kindergarteners don't know that! Color me impressed. I was/am quite the bookworm. My parents used to be amazed at my ability to read while the TV was on. I could at times be found sitting on the steps half way down because I needed to read more of my book before I reached the bottom landing. And I still remember reading at the kitchen table. (Before I believe that got banned due to my lack of conversation with the family.)
I remember the exact moment I learned how to read without saying/whispering the words out loud. My dad told me if I was going to read at the table then I needed to do it silently. Yes, sir! And I did! :)
(Sorry for the sad looking photo. She was running around being a bee and I asked her to stop and look at me for a picture. She was not amused.) Today a shop owner commented on how she looked just like me. Oh, that makes me so happy. Everyone says both of my kids look like Brian. I won't lie...Ihate strongly dislike that. After giving birth to both of them...one better look a smidgen like me.
And this one...well, it's just because I thought her Grandma Wood might enjoy seeing Lorelai enjoy her Calico Critters dollhouse...complete with handicapped dog family. ;) (They're all handicapped because Paisley seems to have trouble leaving them out of her mouth. Oops!)
Maybe Paisley is a distant relative of my old Labrador, Lucy. Lucy made one of my Barbie's handicapped once, she had her arm amputated from the elbow down. And then there was the time she blinded my Lassie stuffed animal. Ah, good memories.
But, today, this little guy:
was sitting at the kitchen table with two books, completely ignoring his breakfast, and enthralled in what he was "reading." He tells me he's reading. And amazingly he understands that words in books mean something, and he can tell that each word means something different. Some kindergarteners don't know that! Color me impressed. I was/am quite the bookworm. My parents used to be amazed at my ability to read while the TV was on. I could at times be found sitting on the steps half way down because I needed to read more of my book before I reached the bottom landing. And I still remember reading at the kitchen table. (Before I believe that got banned due to my lack of conversation with the family.)
I remember the exact moment I learned how to read without saying/whispering the words out loud. My dad told me if I was going to read at the table then I needed to do it silently. Yes, sir! And I did! :)
I'm so glad Gabriel has a love of books. And he has an attention span for books much older than you would think he would. My only mommy dilemma...do you threaten to take the books away when he's ignoring his breakfast? I did this morning. I felt guilty. lol Why do I feel guilty for making my son eat? Ugh...motherhood.
Then there's this little girl:
(Sorry for the sad looking photo. She was running around being a bee and I asked her to stop and look at me for a picture. She was not amused.) Today a shop owner commented on how she looked just like me. Oh, that makes me so happy. Everyone says both of my kids look like Brian. I won't lie...I
Maybe Paisley is a distant relative of my old Labrador, Lucy. Lucy made one of my Barbie's handicapped once, she had her arm amputated from the elbow down. And then there was the time she blinded my Lassie stuffed animal. Ah, good memories.