Friday, November 26, 2004

My Son, the Journalist

My son Isaac is five and has recently discovered reading (see this post from October 30). Just as suddenly, he has discovered his ability to communicate via writing. He's doing his own form of blogging, now. He found an old spiral notebook and has titled it "Things Happening Book". In it he records things that happen. Among the things he has written today: "Wer wchen Jime Notron on TV Dad is aslep and Mom is watching tv to"... or this one: "Mom is paen on the kpyodr dad and me and mrthu r wochen tv".

He also carries around a pad of Post-It notes, and gives us all messages. At snack time earlier this afternoon, Martha (my oldest, age 10) only gave him four cookies while giving herself five. He wrote this note to her: "I hat U mrthu". Later, to encourage me to get crackin' on the Christmas decorations: "Pot up the Kresms tre".

We did, of course. The tree is UP, and now they're hassling me about presents. Sheesh.

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