Posted by on Oct 26, 2011 in getting your kid to read, kids and reading, kids and vocabulary, my kid doesn't like books |

You might say that Mike and I are word people. We both have degrees in journalism and work in communications. Until very recently, we still had a newspaper delivered to our home every day (yes, they still exist, although just barely). He scours online news websites, blogs and magazines every day. I read from a book before I go to sleep nearly every night (not to mention the 8 million blogs I read during the day).
All this to say: the two of us read a lot.

When I was pregnant, a friend threw me a shower. She asked all the guests to bring a book for Ryan. It was so thoughtful, so us. What a beautiful way to build the library I just knew would give him hours upon hours of fun.
That’s the funny thing about kids. Before they arrive, or when they’re real little, you imagine the moments to come. Cuddling up with your toddler and reading his favorite book. Groaning when he wants you to read The Very Hungry Caterpillar AGAIN. Reciting The Busy Little Train from memory when he gets fussy in the car seat.
Well, none of that has happened to us. Because Ryan could not care less about books.
In fact, he thinks they’re boring. (Unless you let him tear them off the bookshelf and throw them – then they’re fun.)
It’s not for lack of trying. Believe me, we try. He’ll sometimes stick with you for 3 or 4 pages and then he’s turning his back on you and you’re saying “Mama called the doctor and the doctor said – No more monkeys jumping on the… ok, see ya later, Ryan.”
Honestly, it’s sort of rude.
A rare picture of Ryan with a book. It’s blurry cuz he was sweeping it back and forth across the floor.
I don’t want to be one of those parents who is all “I like books, so you have to like books, too.” But dude isn’t talking. At all. He could use a little extra vocabulary in his life. (Well, he does say BaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhDA pretty often. But we’re pretty sure it doesn’t actually mean anything.)
So now my focus is to describe things to him in as many different words as I can think up. Which is probably why the lady in Home Depot was staring at me the other day as I explained to Ryan in excruciating detail why driving a forklift was probably a really cool job. Sure, lady, he probably didn’t need pointers on how to safely lift heavy objects, but he was way more into that thing than he has ever been in any book, so whatevs.