Reading Lessons

Tonight after playing catch with the Little Boy (he insisted that we play catch, I didn't fight him on this one, I know when to pick my battles), we did his reading homework. I'm amazed that a kidergartener has reading homework. I don't remember having reading homework when I was in kidergarten, but there we were. It was this little printed book with 21 pages and not more than 10 words on any page, some sentences were as simple as "Mit is mad at Mat" (The names have been changed to protect the innocent). Anyhow the way it works is that I read the word and the Little Boy repeats it and we read the whole book once. Then we read it a second time and I point to the words and he reads them to me. Most of the words in these little books he knows by sight, however was one tonight that he had to sound out. "Mmmmm Aaaaa Tttt, Mat". He turns to me and says "I learned that today". Can I just tell you how my heart swelled with pride over that. We got to a section of the book that called out the two characters names, with an exclaimation point. So I explained to him that an exclaimation point means that you read it louder to show surprise or excitement. To which he replied  "I'll make sure to tell my teacher tomorrow, so she can learn it too." I told him that I was pretty sure that she already knew it, but he was free to tell her if he wanted to. I've really enjoyed reading to him over the past years, but not as much as I think I enjoyed him reading to me.

The Great Wheeze

Well I am just about over the flu, or whatever it was that had me down for the count. I missed a week of work and from near as I can tell they missed me too. I talked with a vendor the other day and apparently it has been discussed that I was out ill, and that they would know where things stood as soon as I got back. That pretty much took care of my dread that there were going to get rid of me for being sick all the time.  Anyhow I am feeling better, but my asthma is still a mess. The strange thing about my asthma being out of control is that my sense of smell is somehow heightened. Now before you get to thinking hey that is cool. Let me tell you it's not, sitting on the train and being about to smell all of the perfume, after shave, shampoo, deordant or lack there of, hand lotion and hair gel that all the people in the car I'm sitting in are wearing is not cool, not in the least. It actually makes me feel bad for our dog, if his nose is 10 times more sensitive than ours, no wonder he sneezes all the time.