Clio is DYING to read on her own, and to write words, sentences...books.
She is getting there, but, a bit like her mom, she might like to skip a few steps.
She "writes" around the house a lot, stringing together letters and then asking us to "read" what she has written, and the resulting dictation is a practice in sounding out vowel-less words. Recently, though, her guesses are getting closer, and while she still doesn't seem to think voewls are needed to connect the more impotant consonant sounds, many of her strings of letters are now recognizable as words.
I love this one, from earlier tonight.
No comments:
Post a Comment