Yesterday, marked the end of one of my least favorite parenting tasks -- teaching phonics -- and the beginning of another -- potty training. The five year old finished Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons. This is the fourth time I've been through this book. Once with the first child, twice with the next (after we figured out that she was far sighted and hadn't been seeing the letters clearly) and now doing it once again. As one of my friends likes to say, "It has 100 lessons and you can teach your child to read with it, but it isn't easy." I'll be glad not to be reading the same crazy stories for a little while.
Yesterday afternoon, my seven year old decided it was time to work on potty training her brother again. We need to. He's way too old to be in diapers, but potty training is a big pain when they don't seem to notice the sensations at all. But once begun, I guess we need to continue. We tried during the summer and he didn't get it, but now he's pushing 3 1/2. The kids needs to learn. So here we are, hanging out at home, a lot.
I guess the five year old and I can be working on reading more books to the potty trainee.