Taking A Page Out Of My Book

Yesterday began parent teacher conference at Isabelle's school, as well as the attendant book fair (and bake sale which I did NOT partake of), so after I met with her teacher I let the kids each go pick out one book.  Jack came back immediately with a book about predators and prey (this kid is going to grow up to be Ross Gellar), Sophie wanted a  book about Spongebob and zombies (which I convinced her to exchange for a nicer one about dolphins), I chose Click Clack Moo for Beatrice (so cute!), and Isabelle immediately selected a set of two Monster High books.

I know she loves Monster High, but these books are chapter books about an inch thick (each), so I wasn't really sure if her current reading level could actually handle them.  She never really reads at home, and she freezes up if we put her on the spot and have her read to us, so I never have an accurate idea of what she can really do.  And while books are not something I ever mind spending money on (my husband probably wonders what I do mind spending money on), but I don't want to buy them if she isn't going to read them.  So I told her they were a fine choice, but I expected her to really work on them and read them all.

I guess I didn't need to worry - when we put her to bed last night she was propped up in bed with her little angle light reading more of her book (reminder: buy her a brighter reading light!).  Today
hanging out at home in between errands she disappeared into the basement to read, and when we left to get Sophie at school she brought her book along to keep reading.  She is on chapter 4 already!

photobomb courtesy of Jack

I have literally been waiting seven years for this.  I'm not a fun mom.  I don't play or do crafts or let them help me in the kitchen.  But I LOVE to read, and I will happily sit with my girl and read all day long.  Looks like my model good looks aren't the only thing she got from me!!