I love a great children's book. This, and another by Kate DiCamillo, called The Tale of Despereaux, are recent favorites. She writes a elegant story but one that is readable for young children. (And who couldn't love an author who uses the word, "perfidy" in a kid's book?) A particularly moving picture book (and I cry absolutely every time I read it) is Now One Foot, Now the Other by Tomie dePaola. Now that we're on the subject, I'd name these as books we come back to again and again: James Herriott and Beatrix Potter and their animal stories, P.D. Eastman and David Milgrim and their early readers, stories illustrated by Jerry Pinkney, The Children's Story Bible by Catherine Vos, to name a few.
My friend, Lynne, herself a twin mom, keeps reminding that if the kids are fed and bathed, it's a good day. (And let me tell you - I have the most profound sense of accomplishment when my kids' nails are clean and trim.) But I would have to add one more item to her list - have we shared a book together?
Audrey is herself a voracious reader. She learned to read at 4 1/2, and I still remember the day when she sounded out the word, "thermometer." Nathan is reading better and better every day, and I know we'd make even greater strides if only they published Star Wars readers. Let's be honest - Camille's lucky if she knows her alphabet. I do have to brag that she finally learned in recent weeks to write her name. (They're officially admitting her to preschool next year.) It did take a bit of convincing her that her name wasn't C-A-I-L-L-M-E. "That's how I do it," she kept insisting. And who can argue with that?
I miss reading. I'm looking forward to the day when I can enjoy more than a page and a half before falling asleep. Speaking of sleep. . .