My posts are rather Tank Boy heavy. We do have three other children. I’m going to make a greater effort to acknowledge their existence here on my blog. I love them very much, I really do. It’s just that, being two and all, Tank Boy seems to command most of my time, attention, and emotional well-being, so he gets a lot of press.
So today’s post is all about Midge. Midge, my little blond girl who people assume is adopted because she’s blond and has an Asian brother and two brown-haired sisters. Of my four children, I’d have to say she has been my easiest. She is also my earliest reader, having started sounding words out at three.
Well, she’s barely four now, and I finally took a video of it. The sad thing is, she’s been reading at this level for months and months. It’s sad because I know if I had been sitting down with her on a regular basis and having her read to me, she’d be much, much farther ahead. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about her ability (she just turned four not all that long ago). I’m just feeling guilty that I haven’t helped her develop her talent more.
So, without further ado, here is Midge (sorry the lighting is bad — we did this in the morning before Tank Boy was awake to cause any disruptions):
Again, I must suggest Leap Frog’s Letter Factory.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says h-h-e-lll-o . . . hello!