Archive for June, 2007

Kindermusik is ending but the festivals are beginning

Monday, June 11th, 2007

Reid and I went to Kindermusik this morning for the last time until the fall. There is a class next weekend but we’ll be on the train heading for Toronto. It’s hard to believe it’s been nearly two years since Ken and Reid went to the first class. We’d anticipated it (or maybe it was just me) for months and then when they came home from the first class, I was waiting at the door. Ken reported that it had consisted of lots of standing up and sitting down. Two years later, I’d have to agree with the assessment but he missed the dancing around while holding Reid who is incredibly shy at Kindermusik, at least for the first half of each class. It definitely is an aerobic workout if you’re doing it right.

After class, we headed to Westfest, a sort of street festival with music, authors, face painting, sidewalk sales, etc., in the Westboro neighbourhood of Ottawa. There were a couple of dontations for charity activities that involved a cost but otherwise everything was free. How nice not to be digging into my pocket constantly! The only cloud on the day was discovering after many minutes of waiting that Reid didn’t meet the height minimum for the bouncy obstacle course/slide that we encountered when we first got there. She bounced back, so to speak, and we had lots of fun. At Mrs Tiggy Winkles, a local toy store, Reid and I played with giant bubble wands – including one of the ones with the sliding strap – for several minutes and then we went in the store where a young woman painted a beautiful butterfly on Reid’s face. After that, Reid played in a Dora playhouse and Deigo’s pirate ship with a bunch of other kids. There was a sign nearby that said the playhouse was reduced to $300, from $899. Wow! I wouldn’t even begin to consider a $300 playhouse. The one I got Reid for Christmas sells for $99, is a grocery store-theatre-post office-house depending on which side you look at, and folds down to just a few inches thick. Reid got her picture taken on an historic fire engine – I’ll have to see if Ken will scan it – and she fished in a barrel. On the way to the car, I stopped at a street vendor for hotdogs in the hope that eating would keep Reid awake. It didn’t. She fell asleep two bites from the end of her hotdog. I decided to have a tea at Starbucks and let her sleep since sometimes waking her after 20 minutes means her nap lasts only 20 minutes. I wrote most of this while sipping my tea. Reid woke after a bit more than an hour, picked up her hotdog and finished it. What a kid!

I’m inspired by the success of Westfest to check out Jazzfest, Bluesfest and the rest to find activities for Reid and me, even Ken, to do together. Free would be nice.

Books we read, June 10th

Sunday, June 10th, 2007

We read:

  • Arthur Babysits by Marc Brown;
  • Glasses for D.W. by Marc Brown, twice, once per parent;
  • The First Day of Winter by Denise Fleming, a good book for a hot day;
  • Click, Clack, Quackity-Quack: An Alphabetical Adventure by Doreen Cronin;
  • Because I Love You So Much by Guido van Genechten;
  • Babybug April 2007;
  • Oh, Bother! Someone’s Afraid of the Dark! by Betty Birney, a naptime story that was so soothingly read by Ken that I fell asleep before he’d finished;
  • Cowgirl Kate and Cocoa by Erica Silverman,
  • Best Father of All by Peter Horn, which tells us of the variety of ways that animal fathers care for their young;
  • Mrs. Wishy-Washy’s Farm by Joy Cowley, with the animals in the city where the barns are big; and
  • Cheer Up, Little Duck! by Ronne Randall, and who can’t sympathize with someone who needs a hug?

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 :+)

Books we read, June 8th

Friday, June 8th, 2007

We actually got up on time for once, which practically counts as early in our family, and read:

  • Friendly Farm: Animals All Around by Diane Muldrow, a book I love from the very first line, “‘Cockle-doodle-doo,’ crowed Rooster quite proudly. ‘It’s my job to be the alarm. Wake up everyone and greet the bright sun. It’s a lovely new day on the farm’.”;
  • What Moms Can’t Do by Douglas Wood, a list that includes making beds without help, tackling very hard and giving hugs without kisses; and
    Mama Loves by Rebecca Kai Dotlich, which somehow has been in our house for a month without me seeing it. What a book I’ve been missing! It’s beautifully illustrated in watercolours and mamas loves having tea and talking with me and various kinds of flowers and gardening with me, etc.

Later we read:

  • The Search for Mud Mountain (no author), which is pretty good for all that it stars the Huggies Cleanteam but the constant “TM”s after the mentions in the text are distracting and will be a good choice for riding around in the car or taking camping;
  • Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! by Mo Willems, a book that I love to hear Ken read because he nails the tone;
  • No Milk! by Jennifer A. Ericsson, the tale of a city boy who wants milk but doesn’t know how to milk the cow. A reminder to me why we need to take Reid to farms;
  • In the Tall, Tall Grass by Denise Fleming, where we watch the caterpillar crawl along as the story unfolds;
  • The Cow Who Clucked by Denise Fleming, I only noticed that the chicks follow the cow around through the book a couple of days ago even though we’ve read it many times when we’ve had it out of the library (at least twice already);
  • New Cat by Yangsook Choi, with the heroic cat how can it not be popular at our house?

At bedtime we read:

  • Row, Row, Row Your Goat by Bernard Most, a book that I love for it’s flexibility. Reid learned her farm animals and their sounds with it. Now, when we are in a hurry, I read it straight, saying only the words that appear. When we have more time, I say each animal’s name and it’s sound in turn and when we have lots of time, I say the sound of each animal in the boat on each page ;
    Snoozers by Sandra Boynton;
  • Read Me a Book by Barbara Reid, a book that we  enjoy, especially, “Bounce me a poem” and “Let’s take a look.”;
  • Itsy Bitsy Spider and Other Action Rhymes (traditonal), though I didn’t see Ken doing any of the actions as he read.

Books we read, June 7th

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

We read:

  • One Rainy Day by Valeri Gorbachev, twice before breakfast, once per parent, though I am pretty sure only I knew that Reid had already had it read to her when Ken started. He will read just about anything she brings him, though he reserves the right to complain, but he much prefers the books with straight storylines rather than those which are heavily repetitious;
  • Busy Witch by Bettina Paterson, a simple book about a little witch’s day but Reid keeps choosing it; and
  • The Fire Station by Robert Munsch, what can I say? The fascination with firefighters continues.

At Melissa’s we read:

  • Follow the Silver Trail by Keith Faulkner, an interesting book with a variety of animals looking for who has eaten their food but the ending is a bit weird with the snail saying something about not realizing it was someone else’s food he’d eaten but he was hungry. There was no real resolution of the dramatic tension but Reid didn’t seem to mind;
  • What Will You Wear, Jenny Jenkins? The book is based on a traditional song that I vaguely knew but the line “And I’ll buy me a roldy-foldy, tildy-toldy …” tripped my tongue every time and made we wonder about the song because the second half of the “I can’t wear …” verse doesn’t make sense to me;
    Captain Flinn and the Pirate Dinosaurs by Giles Andreae, which was a bit scary; and
  • Good Morning, Sam by Marie-Louise Gay, which I liked even better than the one where Sam and Stella are at the seashore without an adult.

Back home, even though it was late, late at night, Reid sweet-talked Ken into:

A fun, Fun Fair

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

Reid and I went to the Fun Fair at Melissa’s kids’ school last night. Well, first, I tortured Reid by taking the hotdog (one of her favourite foods and one she doesn’t get at our house) and committed an act of sacrilige by cutting it lengthwise. Reid didn’t care that it would otherwise be a choking hazard and she wasn’t fooled by my slight of hand burying the cut in the bun. Oh, the inhumanity! She eventually pulled herself together, with the aid of a brief, unplanned and unusual of late, before bed nursing. The hotdog, naked in its bun, seemed okay once the horror of what I’d done had passed.

After supper, we went to the kids’ school for the annual Fun Fair. Reid was asking about the kids’ teachers as we drove over but to the best of my knowledge, we didn’t see any of them. Reid did have a chance to go fishing and caught a blue plastic bug. She was mildly impressed. Next we went to the lollipop garden, which seems the best gig at the fun fair. You choose a lollipop from rows on an inverted bow with holes poked in it and if there is a dot on the bottom of the stick, you get a prize. Either way, you get to keep the lollipop. Reid was delighted with her lollipop and was unaware that she didn’t “win” the game. I offered her the chance to go fishing again, since we still had 3 tickets, and got a firm, “no I want to fish” in response. We went to the Scholastic booksale in the school library. I think we were both surprised to see a wooden rocking chair near the front but only Reid tried it out. Reid picked up a book that  had a yellow sticky note on it to indicate that it could be ordered but not taken home immediately. I told we couldn’t take it home because it was the last copy. She next spotted a Strawberry Shortcake book and showed it to me.  When I told Reid we couldn’t take it because it, too, had a yellow sticky note she didn’t miss a beat before she peeled the sticker off of the cover and handed the book to me. The librarians and I laughed and I explained that the sticky note meant we couldn’t take it, even if it were removed. Reid traded a ticket with the pick-pocket lady and reached into a pocket and pulled out more than a handful of little trinkets. Again, I think this is a good thing to for the occasion since everyone gets something and the set up is limited to a longish jacket with patchwork squares sewn on. After an abortive attempt at the cake walk – they ran out of cakes before we got to the front of the line – we stood in line again for the lollipop garden. Again we were foiled but this time we waited many minutes, I don’t know *how* many but any waiting is long with a 2 year old, don’t you think? With two failed line-ups in our recent past, I decided we should join the queue of people waiting for cotton candy. The pick-pocket lady came by again and Reid spent her last ticket while we waited. After a bit, and before we got out treats, Ben came up to Peter and me and said that they had to go to the van because he’d been falsely accused of pushing his brother. Peter wisely sided with Melissa and they all went home. Since Reid and I hadn’t pushed anyone all night, we stayed to buy the cotton candy. What an unusual thing cotton candy is! We got one that was about twice the size of Reid’s head. She eyed it up and then decided to lick it. Well, she stuck her tongue out and it touched the cotton candy anyway. That approach worked well for her. When I suggested that she bite it, Reid did so but sputtered and looked concerned and then went back to licking. What fun! (Yes, I had some, too. With my sweet tooth, how could I not?)

We stopped at Melissa’s to drop off some cotton candy for her, since she hadn’t pushed anyone either and she was having a tough week. Reid got to bed very late but I hope she thinks it was worth it.

A nanny, that is what I need

Thursday, June 7th, 2007

Dani over at Postcards from the Mothership has been having a rough time with childcare. First, she switched daycare providers when the situation wasn’t what she hoped for and then the “new and improved” provider decided that she couldn’t manage the kids after only two days. She wrote today that she has found a live-out nanny. I’m glad for her. I feel so lucky that Reid, Ken and I all like the teachers at Reid’s daycare and have been happy with the centre since she started. But today, while I washed Reid’s face while she yelled and thrashed and brushed her teeth while she wailed and then re-did her ponytail that had come undone during the stramash, I was wishing that I didn’t have to send Reid out to daycare. Not that she doesn’t like it or that I don’t like my job but at that point the time pressure of getting out the door was getting to me. I took time to hug her and calm her down, making Ken even later for work but I wanted to cry a bit myself. Poor me :+/ If we had a nanny, I could’ve left Reid with hair and teeth unbrushed and she wouldn’t have kissed me good bye with left over tears in her eyes.

When I pick her up tonight and she is smiling from a good day with her daycare friends, I’m sure that I’ll be the only one remembering this morning.

Have you read *A House for Hermit Crab* lately?

Wednesday, June 6th, 2007

Have you read A House for Hermit Crab by Eric Carle lately? I haven’t. I love the book and the way the crab invites other sea creatures to join him to decorate his house, keep it clean, etc. I especially like it because there is a sea anemone in it and I love to say the word “anemone”. I’ve offered to read it many times over the last few days but Reid has always refused me. This morning, while I was in the shower, she let Ken read it. I strained to hear the story but it’s hard to listen and shower. I missed the anemone part entirely. To make it all that much worse, when I mentioned my twinge of jealousy to Ken, he told me that he doesn’t like Eric Carle books anyway. Two things: 1. How can he not like Eric Carle? 2. Did he have to tell me?

If you haven’t read A House for Hermit Crab lately, you really should. I’m going to do so, even if I have to read it only to me.