Home education here is going well. We have our moments, of course. The grass thing and the color green and all that. But I’m in this for the long haul (read: I’m not a quitter).
Anyway, now I’m teaching Edmund to read. He’s four years and a bit. I taught Susan when she turned six with the same book that Peter is now using. Peter will be seven next month, it’s taken him longer to read that Susan did, but she was a different child. Susan was spelling her name and simple words at three. Peter was never interested, I never pushed, so it’s taking him longer.
This time I’ve decided to do it differently with Edmund. He’s my little experiment, so to speak. He’s now willing to sit for the lessons, he asks to do it, he’s having fun and he’s retaining what he learned, so I’m taking advantage.
Soon enough it will be Lucy sitting with me for phonics lessons. Already she is looking like a promising student. She has excellent pencil holding skills – it’s illegible toddler scribble, but she’s got the grip down perfectly. Like I said before, no more baby.