It’s bittersweet, that this little munchkin is growing up. I love watching him as he grows and changes, but sometimes it’s hard to believe that my baby is really not a baby.
He can read. HE CAN READ! It’s awesome and amazing and I love it.
It’s a huge milestone–both for him and for me. All my kids can read. I feel like I’ve accomplished some major parenting coup. I’ve done it! I taught them all to read! My work here is done.
(Right? There’s not really anything else I need to teach them.)
He’s still in the sound-it-out phase, of course, so we have a ways to go before he’s devouring books on his own like his older siblings. But we’re there, on the precipice, looking at a whole world full of adventures between the pages of every book.
I’m excited. But not nearly as excited as him.