We slept until 7:05 this morning, throwing my plan to get Reid to daycare early and easily while Ken is away into disarray. We read nothing this morning, though I did offer Reid an enthusiastic recitation of The Three Little Pigs while I showered. Tonight we read:
- Chitter, Chatter by David Crossley;
- The Best Gifts by Marsha Forchuk Skrypuch, a book that was in the parenting section at the library but is really a beautiful illustrated story about a baby/girl/woman who knows that the best gifts can’t be purchased. At two points, there is a baby being nursed. Maybe that is why it’s on the parenting shelf. Through out the book, a phrase morphs: “the warmth of her mother’s milk swirled in her mouth and filled her tiny stomach” and “wrapped in love and warmth as the words swirled around her mind” and “memories of her happy childhood swirled around her heart and filled her mind” until Sarah has her own son and “the warmth of his mother’s milk swirled in his mouth and filled his tiny stomach.”;
- Little Bear Paints on the Farm (no author);
- My Little Book of Sharing by Marjorie Ainsborough Decker;
- Good Night, Little One: A Lift-the-Flap book by Salina Yoon; and
- Chirp: the Bugs Issue (May 2000).