S— played with my iPad and a few moments later created her first digital art project.
Dad On His FeetI'll be a new father in August. The clock already started.
S— understood a rhyme for the first time today and laughed. Looking forward to fun.
Tonight, S— made a joke. At least, I think she made a joke. I was rocking her. Bedtime dragged out. She was in a giggly mood and skipped her nap during the day. Then she said, “Don’t drop me, Daddy.”
She’s 21 months old. I have never dropped her. I said, “I won’t,” and S— laughed. Then, in a sing-song voice she kept repeating, “Don’t drop me, Daddy. Don’t drop me, Daddy.” Everytime I said, “I won’t drop you, S—. I won’t drop you,” she laughed.
Earlier in the day, she warned up her joke telling by calling R—, Daddy instead of Mommy.
And though it wasn’t part of her deliberate comedian routine, she wishes everyone a happy Otter’s Day. ∞
I’m slowly getting back to running, but need to stop making excuses. How else am I gonna keep up with this kid?
Tonight, while reading Where The Wild Things Are, S— pointed to the monsters and said, “Person. Person. Person.”
I started to correct her. I pointed and said, “Monster.” But, I mumbled the “ster.” What am I doing, I thought?
“That’s right,” I said. I pointed to the figures in the picture. “Person. Person. Person.” There were no monsters for S—. She may not even have the word or the concept. The figures didn’t frighten her. She saw Max and the Wild Things and didn’t differentiate. Why should I teach her the word monster? Why would I teach her to fear that which is different?
We finished the book. Max sailed home, in and out of a week, and back to a warm dinner waiting in his room. Soon, S— would fall asleep. I laid her down in her crib and slipped out the door. The whir of the sound machine, a soft susurrus in the background.
Reading: it builds empathy and increases language development. Beyond those two benefits, it’s also a wonderful form of entertainment. We value reading in our household and we read to our daughter on a daily basis. Though, I usually write about books that I’m reading; I thought I’d mention a few current favorites and get some recommendations in return.
Premise: A tiger in a Victorian-era city is tired of the stuffy life he and his fellow animals lead.He wants to be himself. He wants to go wild. What happens when social conventions slip?
Artwork: Simple and reminiscent to early video games. There’s an 8-bit quality that’s really wonderful.
Reasons to love: Good message and kids like to roar along with Mr. Tiger.
Premise: A little girl doesn’t want to go to bed. She and her parents talk about how different animals sleep.
Artwork: Gorgeous. I’d love to frame a print and hang above S–’s bed.
Reasons to love: Guides kids through the bedtime process. Teaches kids about animals. Doesn’t force the issue of sleep.
Bunnies vs Parents
Premise: Three little bunnies keep getting up in the night and interrupt Mom and Dad with their noise.
Reasons to love: There’s an escalating pattern of bunnies not being asleep. Phrases like, “Looks like the bunnies are not in their beds” and “Goodnight, goodnight, sleep tight,” are popular hooks.
Get Up and Move
Premise: Examples of how different animals move.
Artwork: It’s Eric Carl, so if you like his artwork, it’s good. I’m sure I’m in the minority, but I don’t really like his art. Maybe, it’s slowly growing on me.
Reasons to love: Gets your kids up and moving and learning about animals.
Premise: A little beastie called a Snatchabook is stealing everyone’s books. Eliza Brown solves the mystery.
Artwork: Warm, detailed, and gorgeous.
Reasons to love: Teaches a love of reading and compassion to others.
These are a few of our current favorites. What books should we check out from our library?
S— says, “avocadies” and “bluebrees,” for avocado and blueberries. She also mimicked me and said, “I know.” ∞
Current words that S— says:
- Quack quack
- A bite
- Night night
- Uh oh
- Who-who (Owl noises)
The poem that goes with this image.
It’s hard to believe S— was born a year ago. There’s an overflow of emotion that’s hard to communicate. She’s walking. She’s so full of joy and curiosity. She has a tooth or maybe two. And, she’s no longer a baby. She’s a little kid. So much love.