Archive for March, 2007

Books we read, March 18th

Sunday, March 18th, 2007

We read many books today:

Mon
I Have to Go
David’s Father

Books we read, March 17th

Saturday, March 17th, 2007

It was a day full of books and I feel like I should state that we do other things with Reid other than read. She and I went out for breakfast and shopping in the morning and in the afternoon she and Ken built with Legos and wooden blocks and also played with playdough. Still, we read:

The Cat in the Hat comes to our house

Saturday, March 17th, 2007

Okay, technically, the Cat in the Hat has been at our house for years. In fact as I’ve mentioned previously, I’ve owned him and many other Seuss books since I was in university but now that Reid has the attention span to listen to these long stories, it’s like a long-lost friend has come to visit. Thing 1 and Thing 2 came out at bedtime on Tuesday and the Little Cats A through Z came out when the Cat in the Hat Comes Back came out on Wednesday night. I love Dr Seuss! (In case you hadn’t guessed.) I remember reading Dr Seuss books to the nieces and nephews, in particular I remember being able to recite Marvin K. Mooney Would You Please Go Now! to Brianna when I babysat her. I can’t remember if it was her favourite book or mine. I wonder if she’ll smile when she reads this or have nightmares.

I don’t know if you realized that March 2nd was the 50th anniversary of the publishing of The Cat and the Hat or that the book has only 236 words, many of which are repeated. I didn’t know these details until I read a post on a blog about it. One fact that struck me was their stat that in middle class homes, a child will have 13 books of their own while in a lower-class neighbourhood there will be 300 children for every one book. Now, I am suspicious of stats, especially given how many kids books we own (which is, admittedly, well over any average) but I have heard Melissa speak of reading to four year-olds at her kids’ school that don’t know that in most books the words run along the bottom and the pictures go above and so can’t orient the books properly for her to read to them. She lives in a middle class neighbourhood in a well-off city. It brings tears to my eyes to think of kids without books.Even if I am a bit melodramatic, it is still a terrible thing to have happening in our country. ABC CANADA Literacy Foundation has a “Ways to help” ( http://www.abc-canada.org/sponsorship/) program which includes shopping with a rebate and direct donations if you’re so inclined.

Have a great day. And read a kid a book this weekend – if not yours, someone elses ;+)

Books we read, March 16th

Friday, March 16th, 2007

I “discovered” a stack of library books on a bookcase today and most of what we read was from the pile:

Flashback to Grandma D.

Friday, March 16th, 2007

This morning when I was helping Reid with her cereal, a Nutrio fell into her shirt. I’ve never claimed to be the world’s greatest baby-feeder or self-feeder for that matter. Without missing a beat, Reid reached into her shirt and plucked the “o” out. Maybe it’s that I was remembering the marathon phone sessions yesterday but I had a flashback to Grandma D. pulling a tissue from her bra.

The many moods of Reid

Friday, March 16th, 2007

When it was time for Ken to leave for the museum last night, Reid started to fuss and say, “nooo” in a suitably whiny voice. Reid is not used to Ken leaving her. Normally, I pick her up from daycare and we go straight to Melissa’s. While Reid knows he is at the museum she doesn’t take it personally. I picked Reid up and carried her to the foyer. She laid on the floor and made unhappy noises until I picked her up again and she gave Ken a kiss and hug. I distracted her from her sorrow by reminding her when we needed to bake cupcakes for when Daddy came home. We headed for the kitchen. Then, Ken came back in and said he needed the keys for rental car (another story entirely). I handed them over and went back to the kitchen. Then, Ken came back in to ask if I had happened to grab his eye glasses from our car since he needs them to drive. Since I hadn’t, he left to catch a bus and I went to the kitchen. Then, Ken came back in to ask how we were going to manage to get to work and/or daycare in the morning as he still wouldn’t have his glasses. When Reid heard the door open for the third time she started to laugh. Given Ken’s state of mind, I’m glad she didn’t tell him how silly she found the repeated return although I was glad she did find humour in them rather than more sadness as with his first departure.

This morning, when she woke up, Reid said to me in a serious tone, “Daddy at museum.” I guess she didn’t remember him kissing her when he came home, though she turned and stared at him. I told her that he’d come home while she was sleeping and even kissed her. She smiled a big smile.

Life with Daddy isn’t an emotional roller coaster exactly but isn’t boring either.

Books we read, March 15th

Thursday, March 15th, 2007

 In addition to the alphabet books that we read most every each morning, we read:

I’m glad that I don’t have cranberry glass at home

Thursday, March 15th, 2007

You need a little background to understand my Reid story today. The story goes like this (since my first-hand memory sucks, we’re going with the story that I’ve been told): When I was a little, Mom would speak for a long, long, long time with Grandma D. Grandma D.  had a rule that it was the prerogative of the person who started the call to end it. This may have contributed to what happened one day when Mom was on the phone for an eternity and I needed her for something. I don’t know what I wanted and nobody else cared enough to remember or I didn’t get the opportunity to say, as you’ll understand. Anyway, I figured that if I started rolling a piece of cranberry glass (think expensive and fragile) on the heat stove, Mom would get off the phone. I was right. Mom told Grandma that she had to go, cam right over to me (so far, so good, I thought), took the vase or whatever away from me and paddled me. I’m reasonably sure that I didn’t get whatever it was I wanting so badly.

So, last night I was talking to Karin on the phone while I peeled potatoes for all of 90 seconds when Karin asked to speak to Reid. Reid gave the phone a hug and kiss and then handed it back to me. I noticed that her foot was close to the phone, which was sitting on the floor. I told her, looking straight in the eyes like the parentinmg books say to, that if she hung up the phone I would be angry. Reid looked in my eyes, like the defiant toddler code says to, and used her toes to disconnect. I told her that she was *not nice!* and called Karin back while Reid lay on the floor and cried. The first thing I said was, “I am so glad that I don’t own cranberry glass.”

Mom has always wished upon us kids a child just like us. Each of the others has one kid with a particular echo of their childhood personality. I think that I’ve got mine, too.

The novelty of navel oranges

Thursday, March 15th, 2007

Reid picked up a navel orange the other day and looked at it carefully. “Whatz it?” she asked. I told her that it was a navel orange and that the one end had a belly button, just like she did. She grinned and pressed the orange to her belly, with the naval pointing out.

Life is fun when you look at it through a two-year-old’s eyes.

Snippets of life

Wednesday, March 14th, 2007

Reid came out of the bathroom last night and told me that her bum hurt. I wondered if she needed some diaper cream but as she backed up toward me with her hip cocked, she said, “tiss it”. Now, Ken was standing closer when she started speaking but stepped away. He needn’t have worried. It was me that she wanted to kiss her bum. I outsmarted her with a big smacking kiss to my fingers which I then pressed to the spot that hurted. It worked and I was able to join Amanda and Ken in their laughter.

Tonight we worked together on a puzzle and since we were all on the floor together, Reid decided to play a favourite game. She had Ken lay face down and be the “bottom bread” and then she climbed on top. Next, I carefully “lay” on top of her as the “top bread”. I asked her what she was and she said, “meat”. It made Ken laugh. I’m not sure if he was thinking of “meat head” or “dead meat” but it was funny.