I don’t know what’s going on in your neck of the woods, but it’s officially summer here. Not by the calendar, maybe, but since our homeschool year ended several weeks ago and the public school year ends today, summer is on in southern Indiana.
Summer is such a good time for littles. They get a break from all that learning (unless you’re like me and find teachable moments in even the most unlikely situations), and they have the opportunity to do whatever they want with their days.
It’s heady stuff. The problem for us parents is that it can mean a distinct lack of interest in reading as other activities become open to our kids. So how do you keep them reading all summer?
Ramona Quimby is one of my all time favorite characters. Poor, misunderstood, trouble-making Ramona. Her first book, Beezus and Ramona, isn’t told from her point of view but her older sister’s. And Beezus is extremely annoyed with Ramona All The Time. But she’s a good sister. There are so many laugh-out-loud moments in this book that any little would enjoy reading it.
Short and easy to read, Beezus and Ramona is a perfect story for introducing chapter books to littles, and you don’t have to wait with this one. Read it to them when they’re 4 like Ramona is in the book. Read it to them when they’re 6 and they’re ready to start learning comprehension. Read it to them when they’re 8 and they can use these activities to deepen their understanding.
Have you seen it yet? Because wow. Yeah yeah.
I wondered how they were going to make a film out of a book that was basically an encyclopedia of the beasts from the world of Harry Potter. I should have known it was going to be fantabulous.
I ain’t lyin’, I’m a huge Potter fan and I think they did an excellent job with the films, but I may have liked this even better. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is a magical film that has all the good stuff: wizards, muggles, super sinister bad guys, and kids that get caught up in something they don’t understand.
I remember it well, even though it was nearly 10 years ago. The look of complete shock on my brother-in-law’s face. His disbelieving expression as he exclaimed my name. His immediate judgment and censure. What had I done to illicit this response?
Meh. Nothing much.
I had merely told him I loved mowing the grass.