So sometime late in the Spring a flip was switched and suddenly Squidge was a reader. I mean a full blown I can’t get enough of this reading malarkey reader. To say we were proud would be an understatement. After months and months of being driven to drink over our nightly reading assignments it was great to see progress.
She went from reading her school reading books to reading the story books we had in the house which was great. Instead of reading her Tiddler she was reading Tiddler to us. AWESOME! I then started to pick up longer books. The Winnie the Witch box set or the Rainbow Fairies books. She would skim them. Read a chapter here and a chapter there but hardly ever would she read an entire book from front to back without jumping around. Then her auntie in America sent her Stuart Little. It was the first book she read front to back without stopping. I thought she was putting me on but when I asked her what the book was about she told me aaaall about it in great detail.
So she’s a lean mean reading machine. That’s a good thing. Right? Except when she’s too busy reading to finish her breakfast and I lose my mind. Or when she reads while walking and I have to guide her along so she doesn’t walk into a wall or the road. Yesterday we went to the library to pick up some Judy Moody books (her most recent obsession) she had ordered and couldn’t wait to begin reading. First she read while she walked then she figured out if she ran ahead she could stop or sit and wait until I caught up. Weird kid. I mean don’t get me wrong I’m over the moon that she loves to read. I just wish she would turn the lights out when I tell her it’s time or stop long enough to eat her breakfast or brush her teeth.