Archives for August 2007
Yesterday we drove past the Post Office and Laylee had the chance to witness more mail trucks than she had EVER SEEN IN HER LIFE! Glory be! It was a lovely sight.
Laylee: Mom! Look at all those mail trucks!
Me: Wow! That is awesome.
Laylee: Where do all the mail truck people sleep at night?
Me: Well, they go home and sleep in regular beds just like regular people. Delivering mail is just their job like daddy has a job at Megacorp but then they go home and sleep.
Laylee: [sounding like the mail truck people had gone down a notch in her opinion, now that I’d outed them as mere mortals] Oh. [rallying her support] They are SO nice because they put packages in everybody’s mailbocks. I wonder if they put a package in our mailbock today?!
Me: Let’s go check our BOCK AND SEE!!
the reasons: red leaves, paper bags with handles, people who drive with their dog’s head sticking out the window so Magoo can lose his very mind
The internet’s been down all day here so Tip Tuesday is gonna be mostly on Wednesday this week but I know you can roll “wid” it because y’all are cool like that.
When Laylee was first born, I read to her obsessively. I had all kinds of reading goals, plans and agendas and I loved the way we bonded over our favorite books. Now that Magoo has joined the posse, I find myself armed with books as a weapon to encourage naps, bedtime and something like quiet behavior in church.
He doesn’t seem to have an attention span worth mentioning and since most of our books don’t growl or explode, they’re of very little interest to him.
Laylee still loves stories but she wants to pick her own now and they’re often either so long or so annoying that I try not to suggest story time unless I’m trying to bribe her into narcolepsy.
I’ve felt guilty about our mounting family illiteracy but not as guilty as I’ve felt about my many other areas of personal parental inadequacy so I’ve let it slide. Sometime between 6 months and 10 years ago, Sourcebooks sent me a review copy of Reading with Babies, Toddlers and Twos: A Guide to Reading, Choosing and Loving Books Together.
I finally pulled it out last month and found it was really a quick read and much to my surprise, it did not make me feel a bit guilty, only encouraged to do better. It’s full of great tips, quotes and stories about reading but the best part is that it’s crammed with lists of books for nearly every early age, stage and personality type.
I enjoyed the book and the renewed excitement my kids and I have found for reading so much that I decided to send it on to my sister-in-law as a baby present… But I couldn’t part with all those fabu lists so now I have to go and spend actual money on the darn thing.
My 3 favorite tips from the book are:
-Relax and let your kids enjoy their books, even if it means letting them love Curious George to a pitiful paper monkey death.
-Have your kids grab a couple of books on your way out the door so they have something to occupy them in the car. This will build their bond with books and may give you a couple of seconds’ peace as you drive or a helpful diversion in a checkout line.
-Take small chunks of time throughout the day to sit down and read with your kids, not just one big fat story marathon and not just at bedtime.
What tips do you have to encourage reading for children of all ages?
What books should no children’s library be without?
Some refer to them as “restrooms.” Also odd. There’s very little I find restful about these facilities, especially public ones, especially with little people who must EXPERIENCE every surface with as many body parts as possible.
In Canada they’ve decided to go for positive message reinforcement. They call them “washrooms” to remind all people that no matter how much you’ve experienced in the room, there’s always a simple solution — WASHING yourself.
This comforts me.
Especially when I go into washrooms as nasty as the one where I found this sign:
Now, if I saw a sign like this in a washroom where someone had accidentally spilled a piece of urine, I might go up to the employee and inform her of the unfortunate marring of her otherwise fabulous palace of human waste.
However, when the washroom itself seems to be made of sludge, with greasy grime so thick I could carve my name on the walls with the lollipop stick on the floor behind the toilet… if I could pry it loose, I assume the employees know exactly what the room looks like or they’re blind. And if they’re blind, I’d really not like to be the one to force them to swab that scum-hole.
In other washroom news, I found Canada to be rich in baby changing tables. I found these instructions amusing:
If my child is old enough to lay out a table liner, fasten herself in, change herself, and dispose of the garbage, I figure she’s old enough to be left unattended whether or not stars will spurt out of her head. She’s probably old enough to be potty trained too, come to think of it.
Well, we’re back from a lovely 9 days of playing in Calgary and camping in Banff. I hadn’t been back up to Alberta for over 10 years and I’d never taken Dan or the kids up there. More pictures and details will follow.
While I was away, I had a few post-dated posts show up on my blog, kind of like timered lights to protect my vacant cyber-house. Who knew the mushroom would be such a big hit?
It always makes me nervous when I see someone post that they’re going to be on vacation. I play the “if I were a perpetrator” game and think, “If I were a perpetrator, I would keyword search the blogosphere to find out who was out of town, track down their address and rob them.” It’s a fun game. It’s a game that combined with the “if I were a hungry bear game” makes me terrified to go alone to the campsite bathroom at night and therefore makes me need to pee 5 times more than usual. It’s almost as fun as being pregnant.
And thanks to Heffalump for spurring me on to start instituting niceness into my life and blog from now on. I’ll work on it, I promise.
When you’re driving through town and you get stuck behind some obnoxiously slow unshowered driver still wearing pajamas at 2 in the afternoon, give her the benefit of the doubt.
She may not be a drunk crazy psychopath. She may just be a sleepdeprived crazy fish lady, transporting the family pet in a bowl full of sloshing water to the vacation fish sitter. She may need to go 15 miles per hour to keep fish ish from splattering all over her carpets.
She may be going crazy getting ready for a week-long camping trip with her family and your exasperated gestures from the car behind may just send her over the proverbial “edge”.
I’ve just written my first post over at The Soccer Mom Vote, a place where I can explore my deeper, less sillier thoughts. If you feel like being kind to a floating head like me, head on over there and see if you dig the more serious side of DYM.
I will forevermore dazzle my friends at play dates and freshman mixers now that I’ve come up with the best superpowers ever. I want a highly-directional periscopic nose and extendible lips. These are powers I never would have dreamed of until becoming a mother. [read more at Parenting.com]