So I think its very possible that I get more joy out of teaching my two year old son something and seeing him demonstrate that he has grasped new knowledge than I do teaching a classroom full of elementary students. I mean, I love teaching in general and having that connection with kids and seeing them learn, but its really different when its my own [almost] kid.
Within the last two weeks, Daniel learned to say most of the letters of the ABCs. But today as we were saying them, I realized that he now knows what letter comes NEXT and says that one, instead of repeating what letter I've just said. Not for all the letters, but there are about 10 that he knows are next.
With about 80% accuraccy (yep, there's the teacher-training in me), Daniel is identifying capital O, E, and A in print. Seriously, I didn't mean for him to do that yet!
Today he counted to 6, without repeating after me. Except that he hates the number 1, so I have to force him to start with it by repeating it over and over. He loves 2...its his favorite number. He can repeat count up to 10.
He can now respond properly to the questions, "What's your name?" (Dan dal) and "How old are you?" (Twoooo). I know, he's not quite two yet, so its not entirely true, but I think we're close enough and, well, see the above paragraph about the number 1.
Well, that's the latest on my side of the ocean. Its school break for the next week, so instead of going to the beach as I have for every other break since I've lived in the Philippines, we're checking out some local stuff, like the aquarium and the zoo. Pre-birthday presents, I'll call them!
