See Courtney Read. Read Courtney Read.

As Kindergarten winds down for my bitty one, I have really been enjoying the process of listening to Courtney learn to read.  She seems to have a slower, more methodical approach to the whole process than Christopher ever did (shocker, I know...not sure I can use "slow" OR "methodical" in many sentences when describing Christopher!), which has provided more opportunities for me to hear her trying to make sense of printed language.  As I listen to her develop her decoding skills, I am reminded of just how complex and inconsistent written language can be.  Here is tonight's example:

Courtney found a church bulletin from a few weeks back in the back seat of the van and attempted to read it while we were driving along.  The front read:

April 8th

St. Paul's Church

10:00 a.m.

She read:

"April Eight-ith

Street Paul-Tall-Comma-Ssss Church

One Thousand A period M period"

The way I figure it, she'll be through, To Kill A Mockingbird by the end of the summer.  

A mom by any other name...

This evening Mark came in from outside and, assuming I was upstairs, stood at the bottom of the stairs and yelled up, "Hey Honey, You ready to eat?"

Courtney came up beside him and knowingly stated, "Daddy, 'Honey' is in the downstairs bathroom."

Eastern Dinner

Christopher:    Mom, what is this called that we are having for dinner because I LOVE it and I am going to share at Morning Meeting tomorrow that last night my mom made the best dinner?


Me:   In Morning Meeting circles this dish is called, Fine Asian Cuisine.


You say: Toe-May-Toe, I say: Toe-Mah-Toe.
You say: Poe-Tay-Toe, I say: Poe-Tah-Toe.


You say: Ramon Noodles, I say: Fine Asian Cuisine.