James just posted his translation work on the fridge. He worked hard, and he's proud of that work. He bounced and leapt and whirled out the front door to tell his brothers how excited he is over the work he did. I'm sitting here snickering to myself, and simply didn't have the heart to tell him that he'd just written a *whole page* of work. (Didn't have the heart to do that to myself, that is! Normally, getting him to write is torture, right up there with expecting him to floss sharks, or stab kittens with toothpicks. Not that we'd ask those things of him, but you wouldn't know it from the terror a simple writing assignment typically inspires.)
And so, he's learning the things he needs to learn.
And I'm learning the things I need to learn.
And here it is, lunchtime.
That went quickly. :-)
Kiss those babies!
~Dy
2 comments:
Don't you just love that feeling when your child has passed a developmental milestone (like writing a full page)? Yeaaaa James!
That is Wonderful! Good job, James!
A couple weeks ago, T. was moaning and complaining when I asked him for a five sentence paragraph. He has progressed to the point of no longer acting as if I have come up with an unspeakably horrific form of torture, and he does the writing. Of course, his paragraphs are illegible and grammatically awful, but we are making progress.
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