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Bryn can READ!!! AND, he's wearing organic pants!!!

Yes, I'm gonna take the piss, rofl...

Hey, I just found out I'm already in the third trimester, so GOI, I'm hormonal, I'm allowed!

Bryn started a love affair with "Study Dog" a couple of months ago. This is an American, phonics based literacy program that we downloaded free (back before it became so popular that they just *had* to start charging for it) from the net when Erik was about three... Erik never took to it, not being auditory and all, and not even being particularly computer interested. Luey LOVED it. I can't say it actually augmented his reading development at all, but he did figure it out, and loved seeing those little gold coins roll in...

Anyway, so having seen Luey play it occassionally, Bryn has recently decided he wants to give it a go...

So, this morning, because mummy was trying to talk on the phone, she acquiesced (sp?) to Bryn's plea to play Study Dog...

Then later this afternoon, we were in Jayne's car, as she kindly dropped us off up the street to go pick up the boys from school, and out of nowhere, Bryn pipes up with "A is for Archie!"...

Ok, just to show how bloody brilliant my child is, can I point out, that NO WHERE in the program is the name Archie EVER mentioned... Of course, Archie is our friend's baby son, who Bryn adores (mostly, though recently, realising that Archie is now interested in toys as well, he's have a bit of a love/hate thing going on)...

So, like so many proud parents I have known, I'm now going to announce that my not-quite-three year old CAN READ!!!

My second piss take (well, actually they're hardly piss takes now that I've pointed out that they're piss takes), is that Bryn has been getting about town in his brand new ORGANIC jeans for the past couple of days. Bought on sale at, wait for it, Target! GAWD, all I've heard for the past five years is organic this, and organic that, and how much BETTER organic is... So, now Bryn has his very own pair of non-toxic, non-cancerous PANTS!!!

So, he's two AND he's organic - isn't he just WONDERFUL!

(PS. Today I also took delivery of Leo's gorgeous new WOODEN ORGANIC highchair - Yes, I'll take one one-way ticket through the pearly gates, thanks...)

Comments

HipbubbyMama said…
PMSL!! God you're such a judgmental cow Sif-I KNOW you're judging me because my kids wear evil pesticide infested clothes, I used a placcy highchair, and Sienna doesn't know A if for Archie-aren't you? huh huh? WELL She knows numbers, so she's OBVIOUSLY gonna be a brilliant mathemetician! So put THAT in yer pipe and smoke it!!(then you wont be so holy) hahahaha

:P

too funny! I am intending to buy some of those organic Target clothes thoguh, and I lurve that new highchair, it is super cute! And actually-I just remembered S DOES know letters cos she once saved me from being hideously lost in a multilevel car park, simply by remarking on "ABC's mama!" on our arrival. Clearly, our kids are early candidates for mensa ;-)
Amanda O. said…
I *was* going to say something witty but too busy ROTFLMAO at you and Jayne both... besides, Jayne said it first. ;-p
Clel said…
Sif, don't you realise it is BECAUSE Bryn was wearing the organic pants (in fact, just the act of you manifesting them) that raised him to a higher level of intelligence.

Oh and Lily read "dog" the other day, and she isn't even two yet. All the organics, you see :P
Sumara said…
Oh Sif, he is BRILLIANT. You totally have to start buying him advanced readers so he can practise and develop his AWESOME natural gift!
Sif said…
Hehehe, just catching up on comments now...

I'll have to write to Bonds and tell them to make stripeys in organic cotton and lycra (or whatever that stretchy fabric is they use), because obviously not dressing Bryn in the organic jeans 24/7 has meant that since this post he hasn't identified any new phonics - poor child, doomed to a life of mediocrity, it seems...

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