Houston, we have a reader!

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.