Soren loves the side-walk chalk his Nan bought him last month. Every night, I spray away dozens and dozens of chalk "eighteen wheelers", preparing the ground for new drawings. Every morning, he rushes out to the backyard and, in a few minutes, restores those old drawings with fresh scribbles. Usually, that means more "eighteen wheelers".
About a week ago, I found that, instead of his usual trucks, he had written his name. I took this photo of it:
Apparently, Soren can recognise and reproduce his name.
He has been attempting to write letters for the past couple of months but they have, until now, been mostly unreadable. Now, not only are the letters readable, they are also part of whole words. He can write SOREN and CARL, although he doesn't cross the A. And DAD, again without the A crossed.
He does this without any prompting from me and without a model to look at. I never taught him this. He just learned it by watching and wanting.
About a week ago, I found that, instead of his usual trucks, he had written his name. I took this photo of it:
Apparently, Soren can recognise and reproduce his name.
He has been attempting to write letters for the past couple of months but they have, until now, been mostly unreadable. Now, not only are the letters readable, they are also part of whole words. He can write SOREN and CARL, although he doesn't cross the A. And DAD, again without the A crossed.
He does this without any prompting from me and without a model to look at. I never taught him this. He just learned it by watching and wanting.
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