My husband has a cousin who, at two years old, could tell you the square root of several numbers.
The pastor who married us? His daughter could point out body parts like clavicle, sternum, and philtrum when she was a toddler.
None of these kids were Mensa members. They weren't exceptionally gifted (ok, well, The Boy was kind of astounding in his sponge-like approach to academia), it's just that they were taught these things the way other kids were taught lips, nose, and eyes... circle, square, and triangle... one, two, and three.
Kids learn what you teach them.
They learn what you intentionally teach them, and they learn when you don't even realizing they're learning.
|the sweetest pile of reading Bees|
For as long as I've been reading to The Bees, which is to say- since they developed hearing in utero, I've added the author and illustrator names when I announce the title of the book I'm about to read.
"Here is Jesse Bear, What Will You Wear? by Nancy White Carlstrom, illustrated by Bruce Degan."
"Next up: Quick as a Cricket, by Audrey Wood, illustrated by Don Wood."
"Ok, this is the last time, I'm serious. Pajama Time, written and illustrated by The Fabulous Sandra Boynton"
It's become a habit, to introduce the books like this when we read together.
So it made my heart extra happy-fluttery when I heard The Baby reading to herself the other day, alone in the reading corner of the living room.
"Da Berry Hun-gy Catapilla, by Eric Cahl."
|I love the image Google used!|
She knows every word by heart, even the long bit about the cocoon and the caterpillar's staying inside "fa more than TWO WEEKS, MOMMY!"
And the ending? When he turns into a beautiful butterfly? Has got to be the most emotionally and visually satisfying book ending ever. For a two-and-a-half year old. And maybe even for me.
What classic kiddo books do/did your kids love?
What learning habits do you try to instill in them?