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Books we read, June 9th

Saturday, June 9th, 2007

During the day, we read:

  • Jesse Bear, What Will You Wear? by Nancy White Carlstrom, when Reid heard me mention the title, she told Ken to turn off Toopy and Binoo and asked him to read her to her instead;
  • How Do Dinosaurs Learn Their Colors? by Jane Yolen and illustrated by Mark Teague, with a good rhyme and each of the dinosaurs drawn distinctly and labelled with it’s proper name;
  • Oh No! Train Can’t Go! by Heather Amery, a book that starts, “This is Apple Tree Farm. This is Mrs. Boot, the farmer …” I bought Melissa’s kids an anthology of Apple Tree farm books and they all start the very same way. Melissa and Peter have threatened to lend it to us but as a one-off, it is good;
  • Iggy Pig’s Snowball Fight! by Vivian French, it bothers Ken that Iggy puts on a scarf and mittens but it otherwise naked in the snow. I hadn’t noticed but then a lot slips by me;
  • Babybug February 2007, Reid really enjoys these magazines and I’m wondering if we should subscribe next year when the United Way promotion is on or just continue borrowing from the library;
  • Babybug March 2007;
  • Babybug April 2006;
  • A Dragon in a Wagon: A Book About Ways to Travel by Jane Belk Moncure, the first in a series of book-of-the-month type books that we received for free but didn’t sign up for the rest of the series. I wonder how many people do that, take the freebie and then cancel;
  • Olivia Counts based on the books by Ian Falconer, Reid has me tell her the names of her aunts and cousins when we see Olivia’s but Reid has many more of each and so we double up;
  • Olivia’s Opposites based on the books by Ian Falconer, I wonder if they’re explicitly discussing opposites at daycare. Reid seemed familiar with the concept as we read it;
  • The Very Bad Bunny by Marilyn Sadler, Reid seems to sympathize with PJ when he is bad without meaning to be;
  • Spot Goes to School by Eric Hill;
  • Good Morning, Sam by Marie-Louise Gay, a book that I heard Reid recountng to herself quite accurately but still she wanted it read to her as well;
  • Poinsettia and the Firefighters by Felicia Bond;
  • You Can’t Rush a Cat by Karleen Bradford, Ken took exception to the fact that the little girl says “You can’t rush a cat, Granddaddy” many times throughout the book. I love it when he gets so involved in the books;
  • Mouse’s First Spring by Lauren Thompson, which has an upbeat storyline and lots of good action words.

At bedtime we read:

  • Love Is a Family by Roma Downey, with my “subtitles” provided by Ken;
    Where’s That Cat? by Eve Merriam and Pam Pollack;
  • Mom Mine! by Dawn Apperley;
  • How Do Dinosaurs Clean Their Rooms? by Jane Yolen, the mama and daddy in the book are human but Reid didn’t find that to be odd. I guess she is more comfortable with mixed families than I am though I like to think of myself as having an inclusive outlook;
  • Happy Birthday, Biscuit! by Alyssa Satin Capucilli;
  • I Love You Always and Forever by Jonathan Emmett, a book about a daddy mouse and his daughter. At the end I said, your daddy loves you “always and forever”. Reid nodded seriously and then said, “And my mama.” I wasn’t sure what she meant and so I agreed that Daddy would love me and I would love her always and forever. I got a tight squeezing hug for my answer and I guess that means Reid thought at least part met her expectation;
  • The Angels’ Lullaby by Joyce Carol Thomas, even though I had to open the blind again because I like it so much and Reid usually refuses. She is canny enough to know that asking for it after we’re done would get her another story. Schemer!

Knowing where we stand

Saturday, June 9th, 2007

This morning in Reid’s bed:
“I love you, Reid Elizabeth.”
“I want milkies.”
“Can’t you say, ‘I love you, Mama’?”
“I love you, Mama. I love milkies.”

As we were leaving for Kindermusik, I was the buckle-fastening approved parent. At first Daddy was given a blown kiss but after we pulled out of the garage he was summoned for a kiss and hug. “A home kiss,” Reid said and kissed Daddy nicely. “A home hug,” she said next, and Daddy contorted his body so that he could get into the back seat enough for a hug. I’m not sure if that was an extra hug and kiss because Daddy had to stay home or to tide him over until we came home or something else entirely. It doesn’t matter. Reid’s hugs and kisses are sweet for any reason.

Highlights from Grandma Joyce and Uncle Roger’s visit

Saturday, June 9th, 2007

Grandma Joyce and Uncle Roger sure can squeeze lots of fun and many, many books into just four days. Reid, who is by no means a neglected kid, blooms under the attention paid by two extra adults. Neither one of them is a push over (though Grandma Joyce is a softie) and so she doesn’t get obnoxious, which means we can all enjoy her still.

Reid skipped daycare of Friday to hang at home with our guests. They walked to the park, or at least Uncle Roger walked all of the way there but not Reid, played on our porch with some of my childhood toys that Grandma Joyce and Uncle Roger had brought with them and read many books. When I got home, Grandma reported that Reid had very much enjoyed the Frosty the Snowman book. Reid asked for it to be read over and over, especially the last two pages about Frosty going where all snowmen go on sunny days and that he’ll be back. When I asked if Grandma Joyce had memorized the words when reading it repeatedly, she told me that she’d memorized it when *I* was little. I love it when I hear Reid is like me!

Grandma Joyce and Uncle Roger took Reid to Lee Valley. While Uncle Roger consulted the catalogue and got his things, Grandma Joyce and Reid looked around. There was a great rocking horse, I’m told, but building a rocking horse is beyond me and Ken has other tasks in front of him (like teaching Reid to throw a baseball with her bare hand rather than the one wearing the baseball glove). After a while, Reid was calling out, “Un-cle Ro-ge” and Uncle Roger was pretending not to be *that* Uncle Roge, like he hoped that whoever was with the noisy kid would be leaving soon. I’ve never done such a thing! Well, no one calls me “Uncle Roge” at least ;+)

We pressed Uncle Roger into service as chaffeur and photographer for swimming lessons. I’m not sure if it was for his benefit or not, but Reid was particularly brave during her lesson. She picked the rings up off the bottom getting her face wet rather than just picking them up with her foot and passing them to her hand. (Reid gets her adept feet from me. I’m not very coordinated with my hands but I’m better than the average bear with my toes and feet.) Reid also jumped in from a standing position for the first time. There were many “closer and closer” requests but it was still a step forward. The other girl in the class is brave to a fault, I think, hurling her little body through the air and into the pool. I’m glad Reid isn’t so bold.

On Saturday, we toured a few embassies and other buildings as part of Doors Open Ottawa. Reid was well behaved and occasionally offered her appreciative “oohs” and “ahhs” in a voice that would do a 50 year old society matron proud. We ate at Uncle Roger’s favourite restaurant, A&W, and Reid got to have root beer (what else?!) I think it’s becoming her favourite restaurant, too. Pop is like nectar and she has it so rarely.

On Sunday, Grandma Joyce and Reid baked peanut butter cookies. Grandma had brought all of the ingredients just in case my pantry was lacking. I’d be offended if I could honestly say that I always have what it takes to make cookies but I can’t. Reid always likes using the mixer but *really* enjoyed mixing the dough by hand. “Sticky!” she announced after the first touch and stuck her hands back in. Grandma Joyce had planned to bake the batches as we ate them but Reid was smushing the cookies with her fork with such enthusiasm that they finished all of the cookies at once.  Later, Uncle Roger and I snuck away to buy plants for the back garden while Grandma Joyce and Reid played in the yard. I’d call it our vegetable garden but it has rhubarb, asparagus, cucumbers, yellow peppers and tomatoes in it and only asparagus qualifies as a vegetable, strictly speaking. When I mentioned the fruit status of the plants at work on Monday, I was challenged. When I said that fruit was the ovary of the plant, my team giggled like I’d said “fart”. City kids!

I stayed home until after lunch on Monday. The heat of the weekend had turned to heavy rain but the cucumbers, peppers and tomatoes still needed to be planted. With Uncle Roger’s help – and Reid’s help, of course – I got extra dirt and sheep poop added to the garden and the other plants in. When we first considered manures, Reid thought that sheep poop would be best or at least it made her giggle when I asked her about it. Uncle Roger and Reid walked me to the bus. I was afraid that Reid might put on a bit of a show but the bus was waiting when we go there and so we had time for a fast kiss and then I waved when we pulled away and Reid waved back. Just like pulling the bandaid off quick.

Overall, many books were read, many giggles were heard and more than a few kisses were exchanged. Reid doesn’t mope and look lost when we don’t have visitors but she sure does enjoy them. (Ken and I do, too :+)