Seeing as I am Mistress of the Phlegm this week, you will not be surprised to hear that not a lot of cooking has been going on this week (not since Tuesday anyway) – despite the fact that it is the first anniversary of these pages.
However there are minor celebrations here at BunTowers (yes I know its only a Victorian end terrace house but to me, Spider and Husband it’s a castle, turrets and all) and we are celebrating with a bottle of el cheapo cab sav and our favourite meal of sausage and mash.
Part of the celebration is due to it being the end of the week, but partly due to some wonderful developments relating to the world of reading. You see we like books here, we really like books, in fact a love of books reading and scotch whisky is partly what drew me and Husband together (we met online on a climbing site UKC) and Raw Spirit (Iain Banks) is probably the cause of Spider ( it was the final chapter, we had managed to acquire all 10 of the top 10 and we read the final chapter aloud accompanied by a whisky tasting…).
So development number 1 is the fact that you can now use your library ticket in libraries outside of your local area, this is fantastic news to a girl who works 67 miles away from home and doesn’t have time to visit a library. I haven’t done much reading since Spider was born, mainly because I have been refusing to buy books and can’t get to a library regularly, partly because my brain can’t concentrate for long on anything more taxing than a recipe book.
The more interesting development concerns Spider. Now I don’t talk much about how he is developing compared to his peers, part of this is because I don’t know how he compares (work means I am a bit of a “hands off “mummy), partly because I can’t imagine anyone outside of the immediate family is interested, but mainly because he is a stubborn (yes Mum, I know, takes after his Mummy) control freak who refuses to let anyone tell him what to do. If he thinks someone wants him to do anything he puts up a resistance to it, which means that when it comes to reading we have had to back off a lot on the usual encouragement you might want to do, because the more we try to persuade him to learn the alphabet the more he refuses to do so.
Anyway, this week has been a sort of epiphany for him…he is finally connecting the phonics with the marks on the page and he is feeling “clever” because he has worked it out and realised how proud his parents are of him – he is now trying to read everything in sight and we have had to rein him back to trying slightly smaller words, although he did make a decent fist of trying to read “Imagine”
I will accept that the playmobil reward system has played an important part in persuading him to try, but I also think that we were right to back off and let him find letters in his own time, as has the constant assurance that we will still read to him even when he knows how to do it himself.
So short of cake in the house we may be but we are very happy here today – it is definitely an orange coloured day.