I asked Reid if she wanted a cookie today as we were walking back to the car. She said she did and then noticed the Starbucks across the street. She said, “Starbucks!”, knowing that is where I buy her cookies. (The things that kid notices, I tell ya.) Then, she saw that there is an “R” and “B” in the word and reported on it. She pointed them out on her cup later as well. Earlier, she pointed out the “lello D” for “Daddy” in the Dollar Store sign and then the “Rs”. Scanning the other storefronts, she excitedly pointed to the two red “R’s” in the Rogers sign and also the “O’s” for Olivia. (That pig is like a member of the family.) It is so cool for me to see Reid making a connection with letters. I love her as she is but find it exciting to see her discovering the letters all around her.
Archive for February 24th, 2007
After the last tear-filled attempt at teaching Reid to skate, I didn’t expect to go again this winter. In our cat’s calendar, though, there is a little cat in mid-fall and Reid always comments that the one who is falling should be holding onto the mama’s hand (truth be told, the mama cat isn’t looking too stable but I don’t mention that to Reid or that I think that would be me, too). She seemed positively inclined toward skating and so I asked her this morning if she wanted to go and she responded with an enthusiastic “yes”. She brought up skating several times throughout the morning, talking about the colour of her skates, that we had gone with Aunt Karin and Grandma Joyce, etc. This afternoon, after our nap, we went in search of a plastic chair for Reid to push around. We tried the Dollar Store and Canadian Tire without luck and then headed downtown. It’s a trek from the parking garage to the Rideau Canal, at least while carrying or motivating a two-year-old by turns. We claimed a piece of the snow bank and put Reid’s skates on. I kept my boots on for stability. At first, Reid wanted me to hold only one of her hands but she quickly changed her mind when she realized how “slippery” it was with skates on. We made it only a short distance before the being-out-of-control feeling seemed to be bothering her too much. I pulled and pushed a bit and hit upon the idea of renting a sleigh so that Reid could push it but was foiled by their insistence on a Visa card for the deposit. “Life takes Visa“, indeed. I had Reid raise her arms and I sort of steered her down the canal on the way to get a hot chocolate, with many prompts to keep her skates pointed forward, to keep as much of the blade on the ice as possible, etc. We managed to get to a picnic table to take Reid’s skates off and then ligned up for a treat. I am guessing the skates were on her feet for a maximum of 20 minutes. Having no experience with teaching other kids to skate and no memory of learning myself, I don’t know if that is a normal start or not. When we got home, Reid proudly told Ken that she had been skating and it seems the sort of thing we can do again. I will try to find a plastic chair for her to push and will take my own skates and a Visa card another time. That way, when she is tired of skating, I can put Reid and the chair in a sleigh and go for a bit of a skate myself. I need the practice and I think Reid will enjoy the sensation of gliding. Anyone who wants to volunteer to help teach Reid to skate should come on over to Ottawa. I think that the weather will hold for the week and the canal will stay open as long as it does.
It was a busy day today but still we read:
- Chirp: Let’s Make Art edition. Reid noticed an advertisement for Dora on the back cover and was entranced by it;
- Dora’s Spooky Hallowe’en (no author), just to show that Reid isn’t bound by convention that might otherwise suggest this book should be read only in the fall or maybe it was just the fact it was Dora;
- Corduroy’s Valentine’s Day (no author), which I am considering still timely since we are still in February;
- Little White Dog by Laura Godwin. a book with animals blending into the background, like the white dog of the title standing in the snow;
- Five Little Monkeys with Nothing to Do by Eileen Christelow, a book about monkeys who are tasked with cleaning the bathroom, their bedroom and the carpets when they complain about being bored but all of their work is undone when they come back muddy from picking berries and have to wash up and change their clothes. Personally, I think the mother should have sent them for the berries before she had them clean up.;
- On the Farm: Lift the Flap Book by Alastair Smith, twice. This book has long been a favourite of Reid’s;
- Max Found Two Sticks by Brian Pinkney, with strong, oil pastel illustrations and the story of a boy who finds sticks and plays on a variety of “drums” including hat boxes, a garbage pail and pop bottles; and
- Mama Loves You by Caroline Stutson, a book whose pages show much-love and many readings.
At bedtime, Reid was in the mood for repetition and so we read each book twice:
- Shiny Dinah by Susan James, Reid enjoys this book and so I will have to suggest we play with her train set tomorrow. It doesn’t get as much attention as I had hoped;
- Care Bears Nighty Night (no author); a book where each page has a part that is fuzzy and talks of a bear that denies her tiredness even as she is yawning and rubbing her eyes, not that Reid ever does that; and
- Dad Mine by Dawn Apperley, which talks of fast and slow dads and high and low dads among others. Reid likes to name the animals, hear the rhymes and see the Dad and androgynous kid hugging at the end.
These latter two books had been secreted away on the shelf of a night table in Reid’s room that I had cleverly turned sideways a while ago for a reason that made sense at the time.
In the morning, we read Your Personal Penguin by Sandra Boynton, or rather I sang it (to use the term loosely). There is a notice on the front cover that you can hear Davy Jones sing the story. We haven’t ever listened to it but I try to put it to a Monkees-ish tune. We also read Jesse Bear, What Will You Wear? by Nancy White Carlstrom. Reid’s excitement every time we see the page where Daddy bear comes home is funny to see. She doesn’t remember when I was on mat leave and we used to wait eagerly the last half hour or so for Ken to come home. Or maybe she does. She often comments on how Mama bear stays home with Jesse but I go to work. It doesnt seem to bother her, she just notices the difference.
In the evening, we read:
- Don’t Forget to Come Back! by Robie H. Harris about a little girl who is left with a babysitter (after many protests) and then has a nice evening. We may need to refer to this one if the stars ever align just right so that we find a babysitter. Reid doesn’t consider staying with relatives to be anything but a visit without Ken and I to interfere;
- There’s Only One of Me! by Pat Hutchins, which was as good as I hoped, if a bit tongue-twisty as the little girl was her “half-brother’s half-sister” and her “stepfather’s stepdaughter” and each page contained all relationships that had been identified previously;
- I started The Gift by Kristine L. Franklin but there were too many words for Reid and Ken kept making fun of the little boy’s name – Jimmy Joe;
- Stephanie’s Ponytail by Robert Munsch, with which Reid really identifies. I will have to offer her Stephanie-style ponytails from now on; and
- My Little Book of Sharing by Marjorie Decker.