A Shameless Brag.

As I've stated in other posts, Sydney has been using Funnix to teach her reading, usually doing about one lesson every other day.  And just because she's three and a half, please don't picture me standing on the arm of the couch, screaming threats and cracking a whip above her head as she tearfully tries to memorize vowel sounds.  The child LOVES her lessons.  I don't even load them up until she has thoroughly begged me for a phonics lesson.

At this point, she's up to lesson twenty, and she's reading CVC and some CVVC words.  She would probably be further, but she's slowed by the fact that every time she reads a word, she takes a minute to do a happy dance and hug me.  It's very cute.  She's even begun sounding out some short sentences in her easy readers.

Painting with watercolors at the kitchen table

And yes, I am bragging.  Shamelessly.  I suppose I feel slightly more entitled than the average doting mother because doctors have been telling me for awhile now that Sydney had a good chance of turning out "with some degree of intellectual impairment," given her genetic diagnosis.

Well, doctors, *blows raspberry*.  My three and a half  year old is reading.  AND we're going to start Saxon K math as soon as it makes its way to my mailbox.  AND she has a better vocabulary than half the adults I know.  So put that in your pipe and smoke it, and quit trying to convince me that she's never going to be normal.

Okay, I think I'm done now.  *deep cleansing breath*