FACT: I am officially too old for homeschooling.
Or maybe just too tired. Or too back-hurts. I dunno. It all really sounds like too old as far as I’m concerned. I'm working super hard these days (well, I'm working a little hard at least, cut me some slack, I’m so very very old) at getting the Last Kid to read. I gotta say, and maybe this speaks to my natural penchant for starting projects and never finishing them, but dude, I've already taught 3 kids to read. And ya know what? I’m all kindsa over it. I'm coming to strongly believe that Kid 4 needs to get his stuff together and figure this one out on his own. But this one will NOT. Figure it out. On his own. No matter how much I tell him to. He just won’t. Because he is lazy and selfish, I have to assume.
Anyway we've been using this great set of alphabet cards and working on sounds, letter recognition, all that fun stuff that I taught the other kids to do by age 4. And, over the past couple weeks, I’ve been stepping up my game by putting some of those letters together and teaching him to sound out simple, three letter words. I’m hoping he’ll be encouraged to try, with the evidence that all this annoying letter stuff has an actual useful purpose in his life.
So we sound out God, then Dog, Cat, then Hat, and, ya know, it’s not crazy impressive or anything, but it’s growth. It’s headed in a direction. And I’m always happy with anything that resembles any kind of progress. Someday he will read.. I know it. Or I think it. Someday. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.
Of course, Little Man has BIG ATTITUDE, and has already mastered the art of Falling Out On The Floor When Asked To Do Anything That Feels Like It May Take Any Effort Whatsoever*, so sometimes the letters H-A-T get the response “hhhhhaaaaaaattttt… Kubuckut?!?” after which he flops dramatically to the ground to show me how impossible my request for “sound this out” actually was.
But we’re growing. It’s getting better. Probably. Honestly, at this point, it cannot get a whole lot worse.
In fact, last week we had a very near win! I laid out some of his letters like this…
… and asked him to sound it out. And oh man! He really worked at it!
“Ffffff…. aaaaaa… Fffaaaaa….. FAT!!!!” He yelled excitedly.
Yes, he yelled it excitedly. While pointing directly at my stomach.
So, as it happens, we have a six-year-old boy for sale. Only slightly damaged, honestly at this point I’m happy to deliver anywhere in the Continental US. PM me for deets.
*This may or may not be, but definitely IS the reason why learning to read is not going so easily. He has wisely chosen to put all of his tiny manpower into showing me how painful I have made his existence. Bold move Cotton.