I'm Kvelling. Just Kvelling.

I couldn't have been happier or prouder the first time I came downstairs and found O. in this attitude:



I've been waiting. And suddenly, here it is: my kid is reading, and totally absorbed in his own book, lost in another world. It's awesome.

(It's also pleasantly quiet around here. Ahhh....)

The first chapter book O. finished on his own was Diary of a Wimpy Kid. And as soon as he finished it, he turned around and started reading it to Roo. I'm sort of amazed that she can sit still for the adventures of a sardonic middle-schooler. But it's a graphic novel, so there are lots of drawings to look at.



I must report, though, that O. is not the only kid around here who reads to littler kids.



It's contagious.