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Today I am so proud of J and I just want to share . . . he is really reading!!!!! Today seemed to be a breakthrough.

I have had difficulty finding the right reading program for him. A popular one, that many people I know used for their kids, failed miserably for us. We could not even get through one of the sub-lessons of the "100 easy lessons". Another one: Explode the Code . . . which he loves (and I really like too . . . we still use as a supplement), has so much handwriting intermixed with the phonics, that often the pages were a struggle for him. Plus, although it has great pictures, he would often look to the pictures to figure out what the word is instead of relying on his own knowledge of the written word (even if I covered the picture, he would try to see through the paper to see what the picture was!).

About a month ago I read about Alpha-phonics. I researched it and decided to try it out. It is very simple. There are no pictures, only sounds and word groups based on those sounds. The lessons are short. Today, we completed Lesson 8. There were about 10 sentences in the lesson based on the previous lessons. Because there were no pictures, Joshua would just look at the word and sound it out. Today was the first time he did not try to guess or just say whatever word would come to his mind. He actually read the words and knew them!!

The most beautiful thing was when he was done with a sentence; he smiled so big and his face just lit up. I could see how proud he was of himself.

I think he is on the road to reading!! I am so proud of him and so excited for him!!

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  1. Hurrah J! And kudos to you, mom, for tossing what doesn't work and finding something that does. You'll find you may use something different for each of your kiddos. That is the beauty of homeschooling!

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