Archive for January, 2007

Books we read, January 13th

Monday, January 15th, 2007

The longer it is between when we read a book and when I write about it, the less I have to say. This might be more list and less insight but it was a rough weekend. Still, we read:

  • Baby MacDonald on the Farm, a Baby Einstien book that used to be a favourite for its touch-and-feel features but we haven’t read it lately. I’m not sure if that was intentional;
  • The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle and Reid needs to carefully examine and discuss all of the food that the caterpillar eats on Saturday;
  • Mickey’s Week (no author);
  • Mealtime for Zoo Animals by Caroline Arnold. I’ve realized that it’s been a while since we read non-fiction;
  • But Not the Hippopotamus by Sandra Boynton, what can I say, she is an addiction;
  • Caillou Says No! by Joceline Sanschagrin, a book that tells what is like to live with a toddler who says, “no” even when they want to say “yes”;
  • Alpha Opps! The Day Z Went First by Alethea Kontis, the illustrations are birght and the text is interesting for Reid but she will like it even more when she understands how the letters are supposed to appear. I would buy it if I saw it;
  • Where is the Green Sheep? by Mem Fox; the author writes about teaching and raising kids who love to read as well;
  • Duck on a Bike, a book that features a spunky duck who doesn’t conform to expectations;
  • Snow Sounds: An Onomatopeoic Story by David A. Johnson, which depicts beautiful early morning scenes after a snow with just a few sounds to complement them; and
  • This Little Piggy Played the Fiddle by Susan James Frye, a take-off on the toe rhyme that introduces some instruments and then rolling on the floor (a theme in this session of Kindermusik, I think).

and at bedtime:

  • Giggle, Giggle, Quack by Doreen Cronin, another from the author of Click, Clack, Moo but funny in it’s own right;
  • Which Way to School, one of the Read and Roll books that store in a little schoolbox shaped case; and
  • Moo Cow Book by Sandra Boynton; who can resist a soft book shaped like a cow’s head that involves licking the child with the cow’s tongue?

Sunday, it seems like I hardly knew you

Monday, January 15th, 2007

Reid had a rotten night’s sleep Saturday night. I think she was experiencing a “grumbly tumbly” as Winnie the Pooh might say, though his is only ever “rumbly”, meaning hungry. Poor girl had many bad dreams, was awake enough to be aware she needed to use the bathroom (usually I can soothe her back to sleep faster) and out and out cried at one point (almost never happens). At 5:30, she declared it to be “no sleeping time” and got up to use the bathroom, for the third time. We went downstairs and watched a couple shows from the PVR and played with Potato Heads. At 7:30, Reid decided it was time to sleep. I thought it might kill my afternoon nap but was too tied to put up a fight. I closed my eyes at 8:00 and opened them again at 9:30. Reid slept until 10:00. Ken wandered down about then as well.  Quite an unusual morning in our house. After lunch, Reid wanted to nurse and so I told her that we’d have to go up to her room but not expecting her to nap. Two and a half hours later, I woke Reid when I coughed too hard for too long. Boy, that was a pleasant surprise. Less so maybe for Melissa and Ben who were waiting for us to meet them at Chapters. Melissa said that they read many, many books. Reid and I went to have tea and treats at Starbucks and then got groceries, including a deli chicken and fries for supper. After eating and trying more Potato Head combination, it was bedtime again. Yep, she went to sleep again without fuss and so did I. I decided to go straight to sleep in my own bed just in case and was unfortunately proven right. I’ve decided that she is experiencing growing pains since I read about another kid with them on a blog.

Ready, set, go

Monday, January 15th, 2007

We went to an open swim on New Year’s Eve day, Reid and I were in the pool and Ken watched from the deck. Reid loves it when Ken comes to watch and often checks to see that he is looking and waves to him lots. I think I may have told you already but I will repeat myself: Reid has decided that riding on and holding onto the big square floater boards is lots of fun. She was pushing the board all around the shallow part (a long slow slope like a beach) and even take it out enough that she had to kick instead of walk behind it. Her confidence is definitely growing.

We played for a bit in the tot pool where the slide and water mushrooms are. When I said that it was time to go, Reid decided that she needed to swim in  the hot pool. It’s an oval that is close to the size of an ordinary above-ground pool (or maybe no where close, given my spatial abilities) and has a bench all around the sides. Reid was standing on the bench and then stepping off and towards me. She said, without prompting, “Ready … Set … Go, ” and stepped in. Too cool that she learned this without us. We did this many times over and even had Daddy right at the edge to see and hear. He encouraged me to back up little by little until Reid was swimming unsupported by herself a bit. Reid seems to feel more in control in the hot pool and will get closer to actually swimming. I can understand the whole contol issue, at least a little bit ;+)

All too soon it was time to put on her bunny towel and get changed.

Kindermusik starts up again

Monday, January 15th, 2007

Saturday was the first day of Kindermusik this term. There were quite a few new people and so during our hello song, Shannon had us introduce ourselves as well as our kids. This was a first. Turns out Maddie’s father, who we’ve seen weekly since September 2005, is named Peter. I tried hard to focus on the other adults’ names but only managed to catch two others – both of kids whose names I already knew. So, three down and nine to go. I doubt I’ll make any progress. Names aren’t my strong suit and introducing myself to people is even less so. Still, it was nice to hear that these other folks have names other than “Maddie’s dad”, etc. All of the Dale Carnegie success story-types will know my name and I’ll just fake it. The title of this class is “Fiddle-dee-dee”, the carrier is a a cardboard dog house, which Reid is enamoured of but won’t last long if we actually use it as a carrier, and her instrument is fiddle sticks. Fiddle sticks are a cross between shakers and rhythm sticks and so they make good noise. We sang a song that requires the kids drop to the ground and roll over like dogs at a few points and a blues version of “This old man”. It is starting off as another fun session. Reid was pretty relaxed, which is nice, as she sometimes finds new people a little challenging and the class has about 10 kids plus parents.

Have a good, snowy (finally!) day.

The little lessons – or do you love you Mother (Earth)

Monday, January 15th, 2007

On Sunday Reid and I went to the grocery store and parked next to the cart hut. As we left the car, Reid pointed out some flyer pages on the ground and I dismissed them with a “someone will pick them up” and started away. Then, I thought of the less-than-diligent folks who come for the carts (whose job it probably is to pick them up) and the fact that Reid and I have many years ahead of us living in the accumulated mess, and went back and had her help me pick up the pages. It took such little time. I’m ashamed that I almost walked away from it but proud that Reid knew that picking them up was *our* job, not “someones”.

I learned a little lesson, maybe taught one and Reid and I showed that we love our Mother (Earth).

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.

I’m glad that Reid sleeps

Thursday, January 11th, 2007

Now that Reid is in the Junior Preschool class, we don’t get a binder that is dedicated to telling us about her day. Instead, we have to read the summary off of the board. It doesn’t matter that much, I guess but I have to say that I am glad that I am not P’s mom. P has only slept once in the last 8 days, according to the board.

Books we read, January 11th

Thursday, January 11th, 2007

Well, if Wednesday was a whirlwind, I am not sure what today was. Reid refused all books this morning and then after daycare, we went straight to Melissa’s for supper. I had thought of packing a couple of books that have CDs but then thought that would mean Reid and I wouldn’t be able to chat while we drove. Besides Melissa’s kids have even more books than Reid does. I offered to read to Ben and Reid before supper but Reid was intent on playing with the instruments from the kids’ Kindermusik bags and Ben was only too happy to join in to “see how much noice we can make.” After supper Ben and Reid each chose a book and Reid decided that I should read Ben’s book first and so we read Barbaby Goes to School by Wendy Whitcomb Rouillard and started Three Toots for Freddie (at least I think that is what is was called). Reid sitting quietly reserve was all used up and she didn’t stay for more than a couple pages. We got home late enough that we headed straight to bed. Tomorrow, we’ll have to do much better since my goal is three books a day at a minimum.