Friday, June 22, 2012

I love this pig

Most people go into parenthood with some Hallmark commercial image in our minds. Intellectually, we know there will be a lot of poop and not much sleep. But there is some kind of experience we want to have with these little people. We want to share their joy in learning to ride their bike without training wheels or meeting Cinderella at Disneyland.

My parenthood fantasy was snuggling up with my kids and reading a chapter of a book before bed. In my mind, they would say, "but mom, I don't want to go to bed" in a sweet whiny voices (not the usual hysterics that accompany doing something they don't want to do), and I would say, "but don't you want to read the next chapter of our book?" They would then get excited and eagerly snuggle up to me, and they would always beg me for another chapter when we finished.

I'm pleased to say this moment has arrived, and it is as sweet as I hoped it would be. I thought it wouldn't happen for a few more years, as chapter books seemed rather advanced for a three year old. But then I discovered the magic of Kate DiCamillo's Mercy Watson books. This delightful, toast-loving pig and her quirky neighborhood have adventures, broken into illustrated 3-6 page chapters. The tone is playful, and both my kids love them. They still stall like crazy at bedtime, but the "piggy book" is always a good incentive to hurry things along. My kids always beg for more chapters, and we love laughing together.

We only have one book left, and I'm seriously hoping something else will fill the void (maybe some fairy tale compilation or something?). Any suggestions?

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Pardon my dust...

I finally decided to give my blog a makeover, but it is going to look wonky for a few days as I play with it and work out the bugs. I suppose I could save it as a draft or something, but I'm lazy. But it will soon look snazzy!

Monday, June 18, 2012

Father's Day

For Father's Day, I had the kids answer a few questions about their dad. The answers were frequently funny, sometimes because they were so spot on, others because they really weren't (Elliot couldn't verify that daddy had a nose, for example). For your reading pleasure, here are Emily's answers:

What is daddy's favorite thing to do?
Play with me.
What is daddy's favorite thing to eat?

What does daddy do at work?
Play with someone else.

How old is daddy?

What do you like to do with daddy?
Jump around and dance.

Hooray for being married to the kind of guy that makes my daughter feel like his favorite thing to do is play with her. Happy Father's Day (a day late) one and all.