Snapshots of Little Readers

I had to share these. They are my (Katie's) two boys caught reading. The first is of my almost five year old during nap time. He is surrounded by books and loving it. The second I caught on camera as I happened to walk by and discover my fifteen month old enjoying the pictures of a library book. Adorable!

13 Words by Lemony Snicket book trailer

A Book Trailer: 13 Words

Our interest is peeked! And, I for one can not wait to get my hands on a copy of Lemony Snicket's and Maira Kalman's new book. There is so much that we can do with this book in terms of vocabulary, creative writing, and art. What fun!
Introducing~  13 WORDS 

The trailer is above!

Great HomeSchool Conference in Cincinnati

Read Me Home will be an exhibitor and also presenters of a workshop entitled, Reading, Understanding the Pieces to the Process at the Great HomeSchool Conference in Cincinnati, Ohio March 31-April 1. Please come see us if you are attending the conference!

Reading Revelry

After school at our house can be described with a variety of adjectives and adverbs added to any noun or verb that describes chaos. It is probably not unlike many other after school home environments. A few years ago, a pop group released a song entitled, “Who Let the Dogs Out?” That aptly describes this timeframe in our home. On a recent, March afternoon, however, something was quite different.

It was one of those days when Mother Nature becomes a vixen and lures us with her charm of unseasonably warm weather. The sun was full and radiant, and the breeze smelled like, well, warm. I was putzing around the kitchen which is attached in a greatroom style to our living area. I had that sudden realization that something was wrong. What was wrong was silence. It’s never silent in our home at that time of day! I stopped in my tracks and looked into the living area. I was stunned to see both of my children and three of their friends all nestled into different pieces of furniture with their noses in books! Sunbeams were enveloping each of them with that wonderful, bone-warming heat, and they were gone somewhere other than the living area, each of them to the place he/she was reading about.

I turned off the oven, grabbed my Jan Karon book and found the last piece of vacant furniture. For the better part of an hour, we all lounged in this manner delighting in our chosen author’s conversation in print. No one even cared that we had toasted PBJ’s for supper!