Monday, 7 March 2011
Sunday, 6 March 2011
The girls run around the picknick area at Dunham Massey. BK2 shouts: "a scribble! The scribble is in the hole!"
She points up a tree, very excitedly.
Me: Ein Eichhörnchen? [a squirrel?]
BK2: Ja! Ein Eichhörnchen!
Yay! She might not be able to say "squirrel" but she can say "Eichhörnchen". German wins this time.
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
2 weeks ago, she was a normal 5-year-old, playing with her sister, running around a lot, dressing up, the works. And then something happened. She picked up some book and decided to read it on her own. I have no idea which one it was that started the interest.
When we went to do a bit of shopping on Sunday, she took her book and read it in the car even though she was feeling slightly sick. She then carried it around with her when we split up and while the Babelmum shopped, BK1 was sitting on the floor reading at H&M and other shops.
She is half-way into "Pippi Longstocking" currently, and she spends pretty much every second she has with her book.
I certainly remember phases like that, but a lot later in my life! I have this recollection in my head of one day when I wanted to "just read a bit before sleep" and then my father walked in to wake me up for school and I was still at it. I must have been about 15 years old, maybe older.
Also, unlike her I read German books only until I was 18 years old. And BK1 is already reading English, French and German.
Mind boggling, really.