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Archive for June 13, 2007

Books we read, June 13th

June 13, 2007 by Barbara.

  • Bear Hugs: Romantically Ridiculous Animal Rhymes by Karma Wilson, a romantic way to start the day, as I said;
  • The Great Honey Hunt by Stanley and Janice Berenstain, back when the authors used their full names. The dad is, as is often the case with this series, a buffoon. We might stop reading them. If the mama was protrayed as a foolish but harmless character, I think I would get rid of the book. It’s tough, though, because the overall messages of many of the books are good ones and I hate to think of myself as the book banning type, though of course I am only deciding that they’re not right for our family;
  • Smelly Socks by Robert Munsch, a book that makes me think of a song we sang at Kindermusik about sticking your head in a little skunk’s hole, Pee-yew!;
  • If You Take a Mouse to School by Laura Numeroff, a book that epitomizes the way life is with a 2 year old (and, I suspect, a kid of any age);
  • The Way I Feel by Janan Cain, a book that fits well with conversations that we’ve been having lately, you know the ones that start, “I see that you are very angry…” or sad or frustrated as I try to help Reid pull herself together;
  • The Very Bad Bunny by Marilyn Sadler; and
  • At My House by Claire Clark and Susan James Frye, that I hear in Shannon’s (our Kindermusik teacher’s) voice no matter whether I am reading it or Ken is.

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Love poems

June 13, 2007 by Barbara.

This morning, while I was showering, Ken read love poems aloud. It was a romantic way to start the day. I’m sure Reid thought so, too, which is good since Ken was reading from one of her books and she was sitting right there on the potty listening with me. He had chosen Bear Hugs: Romantically Ridiculous Animal Rhymes by Karma Wilson to read. Or maybe she had chosen it. I didn’t care. If you can’t appreciate the romance of a love poem involving a bull dog or a snake or even bears, you must not have kids. I’m a sucker for pretty much anything Ken reads aloud to Reid. I just love to hear him sharing stories and spending the time with her. I’m ambivalent about the Diego story but that’s not his fault. In fact, Ken might argue that he should get extra credit for that one since he isn’t a Diego fan either. The things you do for love…

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Dining out with the ladies

June 13, 2007 by Barbara.

Last night Aunty Amanda took us out for supper at East Side Mario’s. We haven’t been there since that awful episode with the nasty waitress but since Aunty Amanda was paying, I decided it didn’t violate my boycott. On the way over Reid said that she wanted a pizza *and* a hamburger *and* french fries. I told her that she’d need to choose and then when I read her the kids’ menu, she pointed the pizza. When the waitress came, Reid ordered a pizza quite clearly and answered the “pepperoni or just cheese” questions with an unambiguous “peppawoni”. Reid was very hungry by the time dinner arrived, though she refused salad and ate only one piece of bread. She smiled when her pizza arrived but than asked about her hamburger. I told her that she’d only ordered a pizza and she started to cry. The waitress (who was wonderful unlike that evil one) came back and asked if she could help. I explained about Reid wanting a hamburger and the waitress picked the pizza up and soon brought her out and a hamburger and fries. The hamburger was nearly as big as Reid’s face but she attacked it with gusto - for at least two bites, anyway, before turning her attention to her french fries. She handed me about 2/3 of the fries and then helped me make a puddle of ketchup. I had to prompt her a few times to take bites of her hamburger, the very same burger she cried for. What a silly muffin.

I’d brought Reid’s backpack in case she needed diversions while we waited for supper or while Amanda and I finished eating. At the last minute, Reid had asked to bring Baby with her and before supper she sat baby next to her booster seat and they played with the Viewmaster (how retro!) the waitress brought and chatted with each other and with us. Amanda and I ended waiting for Reid instead of the reverse but *we* didn’t have any toys. Instead, we had a nice girl talk.

At home, Aunty Amanda asked Reid what was her baby’s name. Reid replied, “Baby” in the matter of fact tone of someone who thinks an answer to be self-evident. Aunty Amanda suggested that Baby might like a more specific sort of name and Reid was a bit confused by the suggestion and so Aunty Amanda let it drop. I offered up the fact that not *all* dolls are named “Baby”, only the infants. The bigger ones with hair are called, “Dolly”. Except for the two Dora the Explorer dolls. They are obviously Dora.

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