video games and reading

I was reading at Jenny D's site about the fourth grade reading slump. It's an interesting and concerning issue. It started me thinking about my son's reading abilities.

B has been playing Zelda for several weeks now. He is playing for several hours every day. I know, it screams bad mommy, but bear with me. My justifications are that it's way too hot to go outside right now, and he's using the book to play. The book is written for accomplished readers (let's say adults). It is not written for a second grade child. Also, my brother did the same thing. Literally all day, every day on the Atari. He has an IQ far above genius, and is a civil engineer. The evil games don't seem to have to done anything bad to his brain.

My husband has a slightly different view. He thinks the whole thing is horrible.

The other day he was helping B get through a tough spot in the game, and when dad couldn't figure it out either, B busted out the book. He found the page where he was, read it, did what it told him to, and moved on to the next level. Josh looked at me and said, "He can READ that?" Yep. "He UNDERSTANDS it?" Sure does.

I hate to say it, but Zelda has boosted my son's reading comprehension considerably. Just like Pokemon cards encouraged him to start reading in the first place. He had to read the cards to play with them. So he learned to read.

I think my point is that it is important for us to not just encourage our children to read, but encourage the things they enjoy reading. B would never, ever read a children's book. He will, however, read encyclopedias and video game books. So that's what I get him. His brother likes poetry books with large, bright pictures. So that's what he gets. His teachers may frown on hours of games (which doesn't happen during the school year, by the way) but I bet they'll appreciate the fact that the kids reading has improved over the summer.

I swear I'm not dog-blogging

This is my dog. She weighs maybe 5 pounds, and is ridiculously cute. Unfortunately, she is a dog of very little brains. She can't sit, heel, or roll over. She can, however, give you a detailed description of what the undercarriage of a Land Rover looks like, as well as how hard the tires are.

She's never ran across the street before. We thought she knew better.

wednesday stuff

The 24th Carnival of Education is up. Haven't had a chance to read it yet, so maybe more on it tomorrow.

One of the few "mommy blogs" that I read is written by Beth (ok, both mommy blogs that I read are written by Beth's. Odd.) It's called So the Fish said. Her husband and she both write very nice blogs. There are links to both right over there. Anyway, Beth is pregnant with her first and having a scheduled c-section on Friday. Just thought I'd mention it. New babies are exciting, indeed!

Going to the cardiologist tomorrow. Scared out of my mind. There's an old Buddhist saying that goes, "One sickness, long life. No sickness, short life." Or something like that. It has to do with accepting your limitations and recognizing your weaknesses. I fully subscribe to that, in theory. But when in comes to my heart, I am used to sitting around avoiding it, I think. I am worried that they'll tell me it's nothing, and I will have spent 30 years being ultra careful and missing out on so many things for nothing. I am just as scared that they will tell me that it's serious enough to warrant repair. After 30 years with very few complications (just 4 mild heart attacks in my late teens during a nervous breakdown) am I willing to let someone crack me open? They cracked dear old dad open twice, and he almost didn't wake up twice.

I have always been able to blame my parents for not handling this when they should have. After tomorrow, I will have no one to blame but myself. No more passing the buck on this one. Yuck.