And other than the whole of six minutes spent outdoors before the gloves were too sopping and the noses too rosy, we're pretty much sequestered indoors.
Which,
has left plenty of time for the latest favorite around here.
Reading practice.
We've been practicing our letters for a long time,
(These are my favorite flashcards, the same illustrator as The Hungry Caterpillar, and just as whimsical and attractive as the book...)
We're taking the approach my own momma did in our six years of homeschooling,
starting with only the vowels, learning the short sounds only instead of the names of the letters or the long sounds.
(A would be taught as just "a" as in apple rather than ape, E would be taught as just "e" as in elephant)
(the research is crazy, teaching the short vowels first is the best way to learn how to read as most words in the English language use short vowels and allows individuals to transition smoothly from the sounds of letters to blending letters into words)
then graduating only once those are memorized by heart, to the same short, hard sounds of the consonants.
(G would be taught as "g" as in goat rather than giraffe, C would be taught as "c" as in cat)
It's been a long process and with three under four years old, the entire thought of "teaching someone to read" is absolutely mind-boggling,
until
it becomes a quiet, special ten (sometimes just even five...okay, maybe even two) minutes at a time...
day after day after day after day...
until, now, we've started to just barely start putting two letters together...
sounding them out,
reading.
And, oh, is she proud of herself
And we're pretty proud of her.
(Below is a sneak of one of our reading times, initially intended just for grandparent viewing, but I thought I would share...ignore the mommy voice.)
(Also, if anyone is interested in the resources we've been using, the blend book as well as some other preschool materials, can be found here.)
(I'm on cup number three of the day. And, yes, that is a Dinosaur peering over the edge of my mug. And a lone slipper in the background as well. Not sure where its mate may lie at the moment.)
and more is coming.
(yes, it is, son.)
So
(so...the haircut hasn't tamed the bedhead as much as we had planned...)
we're cozing in
(much needed quiet times are happening around here...as often as possible.)
and playing hard
(just look at dear friend Annie's curls, amazing.)