We have been deliberately relaxed (or lazy) about Noah and his academics. I have encountered enough highly functioning Adults Who Behave Badly at work that cause us to focus on other life-worthy preschool lessons like how to play nicely and... you can't throw tantrums every time you don't get your way.
However, we live in a competitive and high achieving area and it turns out most children know how to read by the time they enter kindergarten. Considering Noah knew absolutely none of his alphabet, I thought it may be time to focus on it a little. A few weeks ago, he happened to choose an alphabet book about jets from the library and wanted to read it every night. After a week of this, it finally dawned on me to ask him to tell me the letter first. He is now able to remember more than half. I'm sure he knows the jets more than the actual alphabet, but at least we're making some progress?
For the grandparents...
When we showed him this video, he was cracking up at himself for being so squirmy and told us, "I didn't do that!" Uh yes Noah, newsflash, you are always this spastic.