For those of you looking for commentary on world events or a take down of liberal media bias, I'll get back to you shortly. This entry is from the department of proud daddy shamelessly bragging about his son.
David, who will be two years old on Sunday, is already beginning to read. It all started earlier in the summer when big sister Olivia started teaching David the ABCs. She didn't necessarily expect to teach him anything, she was just playing school and made her baby brother play the role of a student along with some of her dolls. Much to everyone's surprise, David really did learn a few letters. One day, his mom was reading a picture book with him and he pointed to the letter B and said "buh". I tried teaching him a few more letters and was amazed to see that he could consistently recognize A, D and F.
Over the next few weeks he learned the rest of the letters. No, I didn't push it on him, or make a big deal about it. This was just a game that he loved to play. Whenever he saw letters, whether in a story book, on a food package, or outdoor sign he would call out the names of the letters. He still can't pronounce them all correctly. C and K, for example are both "kuh", W is "wuh" and Y is "yuh". The last letter he learned was Q, which he kept confusing with O. Once I started calling it "koo" instead of "kyoo", he too was able to call it "koo".
A few weeks ago I wondered whether he could recognize entire words. I happened to be wearing a Gap t-shirt, so I asked David to call out the letters. "Guh" "A" "Puh" he yells out. "Good," I tell him. "That spells Gap. Can you say Gap?" "Gap!" he shouts. Then I brought out David's Gap hat. "What does that say?" "Guh" "A" Puh", he calls out, "Gap!".
The next day I showed him the Gap hat again. He remembered! "Guh" "A" Puh". "Gap!". So I wrote down the letters D-A-D-A. He called them all out. "That spells dada," I explain, "D-A-D-A. dada". David takes his turn: "D" "A" "D" "A" he declares, "Gap!"
I've kept up the word lessons, very gradually, no more than a few minutes a day and using only the simplest words. Mostly it's been the same story: "D" "A" "D" "A" "Mama!" or "M" "A" "M" "A". "Gap!" But yesterday I showed him the words "Foo Foo" (his favorite story book) and "EGG", his favorite breakfast food, which he pronounces "Ahguh". This morning he performed brilliantly: "F" "O" "O" "Foo Foo!"and "E" "Guh" "Guh" "Ahguh!".
A good egg, my boy.
Congratulations! Of course, that also means you have to be more careful not to leave the PI lying around where he might find it.
Posted by: Xrlq on October 20, 2003 12:53 PMBetter be careful, you'll give him an unfair advantage. Think how bad you will feel then.
Posted by: glenn on October 20, 2003 02:21 PMI'm green with envy. Not because he's reading early but because he's taking such joy in it. The twins both love to read now (at 12) but it was a huge effort to get them there. Enjoy it.
Posted by: Justene on October 20, 2003 09:18 PMAs Stefan's Dad, and David's Grandpa, I can report that Stefan was as precocious as a two year old as he remains as a 40-year old. He began at two recognizing the cereal boxes in the super market that he saw on television. At three or four he had memorized the map of US States that hung over my desk. Without being led to it, he learned which states were surrounding which other states.
Posted by: Ira on October 20, 2003 10:01 PMIf he knows phonics, he can put the letters together in a consistent pattern and then apply the pattern more widely. When my daughter was 27 months old, we spent a lot of time in the bathroom. Toilet training. I got bored. So I pointed out that a-t is at. Then I sounded out b-a-t, c-a-t is cat and f-a-t. I skipped "hat" because the "h" is tricky. I asked Allison what m-a-t would spell. She said "mat." We did "pat" and she had it. The whole conversation took about five minutes. After that, she could sound out any simple word.
She picked up consonant blends without being taught. In fact, I didn't teach her any reading skills after that. We played spelling games. (Toilet training was a slower process.) And I started writing stories for her to see if she could read material she'd never seen before. She could.
It was heartening for us because she'd missed every damn major milestone -- by a mile. She couldn't roll over till she was nine months old. And she'd survived an illness at birth that nearly killed her. (She's still the pride of Stanford's Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.) It turned out she wasn't brain damaged by the low oxygen, which is what we'd feared before she picked up the alphabet. She just had a weird developmental pattern. And she turned out to be quite normal. When you're 22, nobody cares how old you were when you walked.
Posted by: Joanne Jacobs on October 21, 2003 08:47 PM