Archive for January 13th, 2007

Books we read, January 12th

Saturday, January 13th, 2007

Ken read The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle in the morning. I brought a couple of books with us in the car to read on the way to daycare but we were too busy eating our breakfast bars and drinking milk to read them. In the evening, I read:

  • My First Nascar Book (no author), a simple boardbook that we got at the Dollar Store. It is Nascar propaganda but the colours are bright, the words rhyme and Reid likes the race cars, probably because we watch Nascar;
  • Where’s Your Smile Crocodile? by Claire Freedman, a sweet and funny book about how a variety of animals try to cheer up the crocodile but he doesn’t find his smile until he helps someone else; and
  • Cluck O’Clock by Kes Gray, which tells the story of the busy day of a bunch of hens. Roosters get too much attention, really.

Ken also read The Daddy Mountain by Jules Feiffer, a book about a girl who climbs up her daddy while he is standing there and ends up on top of his head. I thought it was cute but Reid and Ken seemed to think it was strange.

Why doesn’t anyone listen to him?

Saturday, January 13th, 2007

Poor Ken is outnumbered by bossy females. This morning we were reminded how tough he has it. Reid and Ken were playing with the Potato Heads.  As I was going upstairs to dress, I noticed that he had his head propped on the overturned bucket that the Potato Heads and their stuff live in. I offered to get him a pillow but he said he was okay as he was. Before I got upstairs, Reid was bringing him a pillow. Which he accepted his a cheerful “thanks, I was more comfortable before.” Apparently Reid is more difficult to argue with than me. (Hard to believe!) She did offer him a bigger, possibly more comfortable pillow. He wondered aloud why no one listened to him but I was on my way upstairs and Reid was busy getting him another pillow and so no one answered. Seriously though, he is going to face lots of “being taken care of” as time goes by, whether he needs it or not. It’s inherited. We can’t help it.

Forget about Melba toast

Saturday, January 13th, 2007

I’m not sure if Reid has ever had Melba toast but Dame Melba, opera star that she may be (or have been), is not the one with culinary influence in our house. On Wednesday night, I offered to put Cheese Whiz on crackers for Reid and she looked at the bottle and said, “Uncle Roge” and I agreed that she had probably seen him eat some before. This morning, I asked her if she would like me to make oatmeal and she said, “Uncle Roge oatmeal” and so I assured her I would make it from scratch rather than using a package. Poor Grandma Joyce cooks oatmeal for us when we are in Wheatley or when Grandma is here but she doesn’t the credit.

Now, it’s time for me to deliver on my promise of Uncle Roger oatmeal. I hope each of you are lucky enough to have oatmeal this morning, too.