Monday, July 30, 2012

Remember when we almost crashed?

For the past three weeks, Clara has uttered one question more predictably than any other phrase in the history of her four years on earth. It doesn't matter who I am talking to, be it an old friend or someone I just met at the grocery store, within less than one minute of starting a conversation, Clara ambles over, looks up at me pointedly, and asks, "Mama..." and then she pauses to make sure everyone is listening... "Do you remember when we almost crashed?"

This, my friends, is a conversation stopper. With the exception of one person who I think might not have actually heard what Clara said, inevitably anyone I am talking to turns to me with a concerned expression waiting for more details.

In the early morning of July 4, Clara and I had just entered the Cross County Parkway after driving on major highways for the past two hours. It was a holiday morning. There was not much traffic. The trip had been smooth. I was driving the speed limit. Nothing too much to report. I moved the steering wheel slightly to get onto the parkway as the road veered to the left which was a slight adjustment after miles of straight road driving. It was a hot morning- already reaching the high 80s, and rain had just fallen. It's still hard to understand what caused what happened next, but our car must have hit a slick spot.

And then my car spun out. It moved forward and backward. From side to side. Across four lanes of traffic. Narrowly missing four vehicles and headed straight for a concrete barrier on the side of the street. The brakes finally kicked in right before we hit the concrete. The cars behind me squealed to a stop to avoid hitting us as the man in the black SUV directly behind me raised both hands and shook his head in disbelief.

If I was as gifted of a storyteller as my sister-in-law, this is where I could go into great detail and long pauses to emphasize each single excruciating moment of the experience. If she was telling the story, she would have listeners on the edge of their seats, twisting and turning with every jerky turn of the car. 

I, on the other hand, cut to the chase, eager to get to the happy ending of the story- we are all OK! Yes, our car almost hit four different vehicles and crashed head-on into a cement barrier. But, it didn't. We survived. The car survived. All of those around us survived.

After the almost crash, I made a decision not to talk about the experience with others. What was there to tell? Nothing happened, right? I admit I was annoyed at the frequency with which Clara brought up this experience. Whenever she asked me to re-count the almost crash, I found my adrenaline pumping and a lump forming in my throat, and I felt embarrassed for feeling so emotional about something that in the end didn't really happen.

In my desire to emphasize the happy ending, I recently realized that I was ignoring Clara's plea for me to acknowledge what did happen that day. Before "nothing happened," for ten horrifying seconds, on the morning of July 4,  Clara and I were bouncing around in an out-of-control car crossing four lanes of traffic on a major highway, almost colliding in four different places, and wow, that was really, really scary.

As our car slowly circled to return to our path home on the Cross County Parkway that morning, I was overtaken with a swelling feeling of gratitude for our survival. I said a long and detailed prayer aloud listing all the things I was grateful for in that moment. 

Two weeks later, Clara came to me as I sat at my desk, and said, "Do you remember that prayer you said when we almost crashed? That was a really nice prayer. Here's a sticker." She proudly planted a car sticker on my desk. She literally found the one car sticker she owns amidst her penguins, frogs, hears, and letter stickers, and gave it to me.

I have kept the car sticker on my desk. It reminds me both of the great shock and good fortune of that day. And how sometimes a little girl can see better than a grown-up that a happy ending is more complex than it seems. 



Friday, July 27, 2012

Cookies for breakfast

Yes, you may have a cookie for breakfast! These oatmeal raisin cookies are so healthy, this mama says you could have one (or two) anytime you want. I like to make a batch at the beginning of the week and keep them on the counter to grab on the go. It's better than skipping breakfast!

I love to bake and I particularly enjoy experimenting with my favorite childhood recipes to make them more nutritious but still yummy. In general, my family and I really try our best not to eat white flour and refined sugar. (We are not always successful, but we attempt to at least limit our consumption.) So, I tend to bake mostly with whole wheat flour and very little sugar. Here's the recipe:


  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) of butter (softened)  
  • 1/4 cup of brown sugar
  • 1/4 cup of honey
  • 2 egg whites (1 yolk)
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1 tsp cinnamon
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1 1/2 cups of whole wheat pastry flour
  • 3 cups of rolled oats (I prefer Quaker)
  • 1/4 cup of ground flaxseed
  • 1 cup of raisins

Preheat oven to 350F. Beat together butter, sugar, and honey. Add vanilla and eggs. Mix cinnamon, baking soda, salt, flax, and flour in a separate bowl. Combine with moist ingredients. Slowly mix in oats then raisins. (Tip: Whole wheat flour tends to get tough quickly. Try not to over mix. Mix it just enough to combine the ingredients.)

Scoop spoonfuls of dough onto a cookie sheet. Bake for 8-10 minutes or until golden brown. Be careful not to over bake. They are best when they are chewy. 

Enjoy them warm right out of the oven. YUM!


P.S. A cute gift idea... 
Recycle the Quaker Oatmeal canister and use it to package your homemade cookies. Tie a ribbon around it and give as a holiday, hostess, or teacher gift. 

Friday, July 20, 2012

Summer Recipe: Chilly Dilly Cucumbers

I have been a member of the Roxbury farm CSA  for the past few years. Being part of the CSA forces me to branch out of my broccoli-green bean- brussels sprout veggie rotation and try new foods like sorrel or tatsoi. I admit it can be overwhelming to figure out what to do with a few of the vegetables that no one in my house particularly loves... Would any of you like a bag of turnips and radishes that has been sitting in my fridge since early June?

Cucumbers are one vegetable that I have no problem finding a use for. I stockpile them for one of my very favorite summer recipes: Chilly Dilly Cucumber Salad. Clara often asks for seconds and thirds of this salad- the tart but sweet flavor is a real winner in our house. The recipe below is modified from the Roxbury farm website.

Chilly Dilly Cucumber Salad

  • 2 or 3 peeled  cucumbers (I peel some of the skin, but I leave some skin on to provide contrasting green lines for color. My favorite way to prep the cucumbers is to make the slices ultra thin using a grater )
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon sugar
  • 2 tablespoons rice wine vinegar or cider vinegar (I sometimes use white wine vinegar)
  • 2 tablespoons chopped fresh dill or 1 tablespoon dried dill weed
  • 1/2 cup or more chopped scallion tops or about 1/4 cup of very thinly sliced onion (I use red or white onion- beware using red onion could give your whole salad a pinkish/purplish tint)
  • 1/2 cup sour cream or 1/2 cup greek yogurt (I usually use greek yogurt, and if you are not eating dairy, this dish can be made without any sour cream or yogurt- it will just have a more vinegary taste)
  • Fresh ground black pepper

Dissolve the salt and sugar in vinegar in a medium sized mixing bowl.  Add the vinegar, dill, onion, sour cream or yogurt and pepper.  Mix together.  Toss the cukes in the dressing and refrigerate for at least an hour or two.  This salad does taste better with age.  It may become slightly watery in which case just needs a quick mixing.  You may want to add a crank of salt just before serving.

I remember when I tried to prepare this cucumber salad for the first time when I was in my teens visiting my grandparents. The recipe I was using at the time called for salting the cucumbers and then rinsing the salt off after before combining the cucumber with the other ingredients. I have never been one to follow a recipe too closely, and so I'm sad to admit in this case, I totally missed the part about rinsing off the salt. This cucumber salad was basically inedible because of the level of salt present, but my grandpa said he didn't notice anything wrong with it, and he ate all of it anyway-- true devotion on his part.

Another relative liked to make this recipe with a little extra sugar and a lot of sour cream. The good news is you can vary the ingredients mostly any way you wish and come out with a yummy dish.


Thursday, July 19, 2012

My daughter sucks her thumb and the judgement just sucks

While standing in line for coffee, the older gentleman in front of us notices Lila. Crouching down, he smiles kindly and waves. Lila would usually wave back or say something charming, but since it's close to naptime, she's just not in the mood. Wrapping one arm around my leg, she sticks her thumb in her mouth and turns away (her normal “I’m sleepy so, leave me alone” body language).
To my surprise, the man straightens up and says—“Now, you be a good girl and don’t suck your thumb.”
Um, excuuuuse me?!
Appalled and annoyed, now I turn away. Seething, I rub Lila’s back and stare at the menu above the register. How dare he?!
Yes, my daughter sucks her thumb. I am well aware of this and all that comes with it. Every time she gets a fever (and winds up in the hospital from a febrile seizure) I visualize every door knob, railing, counter top, and toy covered with germs that she has touched before putting her thumb into her mouth. With each visit to the dentist, I am reminded of the potential of buck teeth and braces she inevitably will have.
Well-meaning strangers sympathize and share personal stories—“Oh, I used to suck my thumb too. I didn’t stop until I was twelve.”
“ Twelve!? Are you serious!?”  My inner voice screams as I smile politely. I cringe inside. “Oh, the horror!!”
Some suggest what could be viewed as cruel and unusual methods— “Just cover her thumb in hot sauce. That’ll stop her.”
Others warn that if I interfere she will suffer long term psychological damage or perhaps begin to stutter.

Lila as an infant discovering her thumb.
Lila, nestled next to my leg, looks up at me with her tight little fist at her mouth. She is so sweet. She just has a bad habit. Who doesn't? Why do so many people feel they have the right to judge? Probably some of these same individuals will light up a cigarette or engage in some other habitual behavior themselves. And we’re adults!

The first time Lila sucked her thumb I was actually kind of happy. I feel guilty admitting that, but sucking her thumb meant that she had developed the ability to self-soothe through the night which resulted in a full six uninterrupted hours of sleep for me! It… was… GLORIOUS! (Okay, now I really feel guilty.) I admit, I took full advantage and enjoyed some much needed SLEEP.
I didn’t think about what would happen four years later—that Lila would struggle with sucking her thumb. She is now old enough to know it is an issue and has announced many times—“I’m a big girl. I don’t suck my thumb anymore.”
But despite her strong will, she still does.
I have glanced at her in the rearview mirror as she pulls her own thumb out of her mouth and then, frustrated and defeated, puts it back in. Sometimes her eyes get teary.
Recently, I told her that we will celebrate the day she stops sucking her thumb. This idea has inspired her.
“Really, Mama?! When I stop ‘thucking’ my thumb I will have a big party with all my friends and cake and a movie and games and it will be so much fun?!”
I was thinking something much smaller (like me and Daddy taking her out to eat). But, hey, perhaps when that day comes it will be cause for a huge celebration!
Just how will we word the invitations?


Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Dream Child

During the school year, morning is a hazy rush of admonitions starting with a gentle nudge and "Get up, Clara" to a firmer command of "Get up NOW, Clara." Breakfast often shifts from a bowl of cereal to a little plastic bag filled with cereal since by the time Clara is finally sitting down to eat breakfast, it is time to leave for school, and she has to eat her breakfast in the car. It is fair to say that Clara and I are not "morning people." One of the benefits of us both being home in the summer is that we can wake up when we feel like it, and one of my favorite side effects of these leisurely mornings is that we have time to share our dreams from the night before.

Clara has an active dream life, and each morning, she invariably begins the recounting of her dream with an announcement of what type of dream she had. Her dreams come in four main categories: happy, scary, sad, and silly.
Happy Dreams:
Clara's happy dreams are usually involve one or more of the following: watching the Nutcracker,  her birthday party, going on rides, swimming, Christmas, Canada, Cape Cod, fireworks, and rainbows. There is not a plot to these dreams; instead, these dreams seem to be one ongoing impressionistic celebration of her favorite moments in life. Sounds pretty nice to me.

Scary Dreams:
The first dream I remember Clara recounting is when she had spiked a fever and had a nightmare about little Elmo characters multiplying all around her- multiple Elmo heads sounded pretty scary to me, too!

Sad Dreams:
Clara said, "I had a sad dream like when you (mama) had a broken arm. A monster or whatever or something else that’s scary took off your arm with their large teeth. Then, I got totally sad. I went to the hospital to see the doctor. I glued your arm back on with big glue." 

This is somewhat of a recurring dream or else it was so powerful the first time that she remembers it. She talks about the broken arm dream a lot. I am very careful with both of my arms as a result of hearing this dream on a regular basis.

Silly Dreams:
One of Clara's favorite types of dreams to talk about is her silly dreams.

Clara said, “I had a silly dream. It was about pancakes. It was about all the things my dollies liked to put syrup on. Chou-Chou likes syrup on his pizza. And Purple Dolly likes syrup with pancakes. And Fiona likes syrup on her tomato sauce..."

At this point, I suspect that her dream actually ended, but Clara wanted to keep on telling her story, so she looked around the room for one last character to add. Her eyes fixed on her doll, Isabella.

"...And my new doll, Isabella... her favorite thing is chicken sauce on top of her tomato, too. That’s pretty silly!” Clara broke into giggle as she finished her recounting of this silly dream.

I don't tend to have too many silly dreams these days, but it is uncanny the number of times that Clara awakes to share a sad, happy, or scary dream in which the mood of her dream resonates with my own dreams. It feels like our dreams connect us in a way that sometimes transcends and deepens our relationship as mother and daughter.

I have talked to other working mothers who choose to have their children sleep in the same bed with them as a way to connect at night. Even if they are not outwardly interacting with one another during these night-time hours, it helps some mothers to feel connected to their child-- night time becomes "their" time together. Clara has spent her fair share of time sleeping in and out of our room during these past few years. Now that she sleeps regularly in her own "big girl bed," I have to admit it feels nice to know that even though she is slumbering in another room that perhaps our thoughts and dreams are nonetheless mingling in the night air.


Monday, July 16, 2012

The perfect day at the beach

With the first signs of summer, I instantly crave the beach. The sun on my skin, the sand between my toes, the relaxing rhythm of the waves… the beach is one of the simple joys of living in Connecticut. Born and raised near the shore, although I am a city girl, the water is an intrinsic part of me. Naturally, Lila is a true beach baby too. It is in our blood. 
Sure, we only have a few warm months to enjoy the sun and sand, but that’s what makes it even more special. Each summer, we take pleasure in many “staycations” at Grandma’s condo on the beach. What’s even better is sharing these days with friends.
On our most recent beach excursion, Lila proclaimed "this is the best day ever!" It is memories like these that I hope she will remember for years.

If you are heading to the beach,
here are a few tips to have the "best day ever!"

   The girls loved making "sand and lobster 
cupcakes" with the *Melissa & Doug Cupcake Set
What to pack:
  • waterproof sunscreen
  • sunglasses
  • sun hats
  • flip flops or water shoes
  • beach towels
  • large comfy towels and/or blankets
  • beach umbrella
  • wipes and paper towels
  • snacks
  • a cooler with drinks & ice
  • beach toys*
  • extra plastic bags for garbage and wet towels

What not to bring? Your cell phone. Mine overheated and my mom’s got wet. Remember, the whole point of the beach is being logged off and disconnected while enjoying nature. So, if possible, take a break and leave the cell phone at home.

(Mom and daughter moments at the beach)

After the beach:
The first thing we all want to do when returning from the beach is get rid of the sand that seems to accumulate everywhere. My mom and her bf John scored a genius find at the Christmas Tree Shop which made the rinsing off part even more fun than the beach—water shooters! Most moms dislike the violent feel associated with water guns, but water shooters are a fun alternative. We put out a large tub of water that the kids used to fill their shooters. Then they let loose soaking each other. The result? Clean kids and giggles galore! Your kids will have a blast, however, a note of caution, they will turn on you. The moms were left totally defenseless and completely soaked!

After everyone was clean and in fresh clothes, the girls were each given a container of bubbles. Bubbles never seem to get old. They entertained themselves blowing and chasing bubbles until lunch was ready.

The beauty of summer food is that it could be so simple but so delicious.

Our Summer Lunch Menu: 

An added bonus from a day at the beach is going home with a content and utterly exhausted child. All part of the plan {insert sinister laugh here}. With full bellies and the calming sea air, the girls were completely wiped out!

The end to a perfect day!

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Don't judge a book without a cover...

"Butterflies in the sky...I can go twice as hiiiigggghhhh!!"  Those words resonate vividly as I remember watching the opening credits of Reading Rainbow and getting ready to hear LaVar Burton introduce us to another piece of children's literature.  Being an avid reader as an adult I have to believe that this children's show had something to do with my love of books.

Well now, iPad owners, you too can enjoy the magic of Reading Rainbow with the new app!  It begins with a catchy animation sequence and video with LeVar showing us some of the highlights of the app.  Your child then enters their name, if they are a boy or a girl and then their reading preferences regarding themes.  i.e. adventure, princesses, animal stores, etc.  And then you in your "hot air balloon", get to explore different themed islands/books.

Once you do choose a book to read, you can read it yourself or have it narrated for you.  And on certain pages are surprises to be found...the illustrations literally come alive!  Elisa really enjoyed that aspect...she kept looking for these special indicators.

And there are even more aspects of the app that we haven't even discovered yet.  You do have to subscribe for a monthly or yearly membership but your first book is free...and for books being as expensive as they are I think this is a pretty good deal for unlimited books!  Now, I know (especially with being an educator) the whole dilemma with this being digital.  I, personally, love the feel of turning the pages with the weight of the book in your hands.  But I think that given the choice of digital book vs. no book, I would choose the first...and I have to believe that this will supplement your child's already present love of books or will help to nurture the start of it.

But you don't have to take my word for it.  :-)


Friday, July 13, 2012

Why I’m Afraid of This Blog and/or Sorry, Did I Offend You?

I like to write. I have kept a journal since I was 11 years old. My first journal was bound by a lovely pink and green floral print cover emblazoned with a heart with my name on it and, most importantly, it had a gold lock. I could always assure that my carefully written thoughts remained private, secure, and protected (or so it felt at the time) by that 10-cent lock.

My lock got so much use, it eventually broke.
When I started reading other people’s blogs a few years ago, I felt like I had found my own tribe. Here were other people writing journal-like entries, sharing personal details of their lives, expressing emotions that resonated with my own. Although I had so much in common with what they wrote, I couldn’t imagine actually sharing these thoughts with the world. What good was my pretty gold lock if I was going to hit “publish” and let anyone who came along just pick up my “journal” and start reading?

My friend, Tara, helped to pry me out of my shell by proposing that three of us write a blog together, sharing the responsibility. Besides my fear of sharing too much, I also had to work through some other baggage to get to the point of writing this blog.

Some of my favorite journals

1. The Stalkers, Rapists, and Murderers who are lurking on the Internet waiting for their next prey. These fears were fostered at an early age, pre-Internet, by my mom who warned me not to give any information to strangers. The only way that anyone other than my parents was allowed to talk to me or pick me up from school was if they knew the super-secret password that my mom taught us (the name of our first pet). Do you know that secret password? If not, please stop reading here. :)

2. The Computer Nerds, Scam-artists, and other Tech-savvy ill-doers who might not only read this blog, but might also magically extrapolate my social security number, SAT scores, and personal bank account passwords from my posts. This fear was fostered by my super security-conscious husband who knows quite a bit about computers and is incredibly cautious about the digital footprint that one creates. He is skeptical, but supportive, as I start this endeavor.

3. My Fear of Offending You. My number one fear about writing for a blog is an emotional quirk all of my own creating. I am most worried about offending you. That’s right. I’m worried that your feelings may be hurt or perhaps you might think less of me after reading a post. I am not someone who likes to offend. I try very hard in life to keep the peace, find commonalities, make connections. If I’m talking to you, my lovely organic produce-eating, homemade almond milk-making friend, I might not bring up my love of salt and vinegar potato chips or the occasional bowl of mint oreo ice cream. I steer away from talking about food too much with you; instead, I keep the peace by talking about our shared love of our kids.

My very first journal entry
I once read that we are as many personalities as we have relationships, that what we share about ourselves molds and moves slightly for every single relationship that we have. So, if I have 67 friends, does that mean I have 67 slightly different selves? The idea seems a little extreme, but ultimately it makes a lot of sense to me that I’m perhaps slightly, almost imperceptibly, different in each relationship.

I don’t like to think that I am hiding who I am in certain relationships, but that when I am with you, talking to you, I am bringing up topics that are relevant to both of us. I am reading your emotional cues and responding accordingly with how much and what I share. With this blog, you are sitting at a computer somewhere perhaps very far away and I can’t see if your head is slowly moving up and down in an “Aaahh, yes, I agree with you nod” or if you’re rolling your eyes in annoyance about my latest proud mama moment describing Clara’s accomplishments in way too much detail.

So, ultimately, writing in this blog is taking a risk for me, stepping outside of my comfort zone, and confronting fears (some that go all the way back to childhood. Thanks, Mom!). It’s a step that I’m scared and happy to take. Most of all, I’m glad you’re coming along for the ride. Thanks for reading, and I hope to hear from you along this journey (whether you agree... or disagree) in the comment section.


Thursday, July 12, 2012

Free Starbucks This Friday

"Oh, sweet nectar of the gods!" I love my Starbucks. And since I've been walking Lila there in her stroller since before she could remember, she has developed the same affection for Starbucks as her mama. During the cold months, her drinks are hot cocoa, warm apple cider, or a simple steamed milk. In the summer, she enjoys the shaken iced passion tea.

I, on the other hand, go straight for the caffiene-- lattes, cappuccinos, macchiatos, oh my! So, I am intriqued by this new Refreshers beverage which Starbucks describes as "natural energy from green coffee extract." It comes Cool Lime or Very Berry Hibiscus.

Sounds yummy and, hey, if it's free it's for me! I plan to give it a try this Friday, July 13th (between 12-3pm) when Starbucks will be giving out FREE Tall Refreshers.

Since Lila has enough "natural energy" of her own, she will get one of her ol' standbys.


Wednesday, July 11, 2012


Just wanted to send out a little plug that Greenwich is having their annual sidewalk sales starting tomorrow- Thursday, July 12th from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. through Sunday, July 15th.    Look for good discounts at stores like J.Crew, Lucy, Little Eric, Saks and others along Greenwich Avenue.  I have found many a cute pair of shoes for Elisa or workout gear for other little things I've felt the NEED to buy.    

Because mothers are women and we all need to have fun too.  ;-)


Tuesday, July 10, 2012

A is for Artist

Clara confidently announced yesterday, “When I get grown up, I think I will be an artist,” as she slowly and deliberately added a smiley face to the little girl in her crayon drawing. Smiley faces, rainbows, and sunflower dresses provide the content for about 70% of Clara’s current drawings. 

Although the content of her drawings might sound frivolous, Clara takes her art seriously. I admit I have a tendency to call anything that is colorful on paper “a painting,” but Clara quickly corrects me if I mistakenly refer to one of her crayon drawings as a painting. “This is not a painting,” she explains in an exasperated tone, “I used crayons to make it."

 As she finished the final sunflower flourish on the little girl's dress, Clara pronounced that her desire to be an artist wasn't just a destination for the future but was a place that she had already arrived. She said that she didn't need to wait until she grew up to be an artist "because I already am an artist... I really am."

It would be nice if we all had such confidence in our ability. It’s hard to know for sure at four years of age what she will be when she grows up, but I am charmed by the earnest certainty with which Clara announced her career as an artist. She has artist relatives on both sides of her family, so perhaps this yearning is already somewhere in her genetic makeup. 

Most of all, I am inspired by Clara's pride in who she is right now as an artist. Whatever form her artistic ability takes in the future, I love my little artist of today. Her rainbows, smiley faces, and sunflower dresses brighten my day every day.


Friday, July 6, 2012

She's allergic to WHAT?!?!

So my daughter and I made our annual trek into NYC to go to the Jaffe Institute (one of the leading medical institutes researching pediatric allergies) at Mt. Sinai and praying against all odds that MAYBE Elisa will have outgrown something??  Being the tough cookie that she is, she sat through and endured 17 pricks to her arms and watched and resisted itching when the hives appeared. Well I wish I could say it was worth it…but Elisa reacted to all allergens that she was tested for...which are eggs, peanuts, tree nuts, shellfish...and now let's add seasonal ones too.  Major disappointment. *Sigh* 

To make matters worse, she then had to have 4 vials of blood taken with a lab technician that clearly wasn’t the best at their job...let’s just say that I wasn’t getting my blood taken and I cringed. *BIG SIGH*  It’s frustrating to have a child who has severe allergies and you often have to wonder where you went wrong during your pregnancy or during the early stages of life to have been cursed with this added stress.  Maybe I shouldn’t have had that one extra hotdog when I was pregnant…but I really needed it!  Am I not feeding her enough organic foods?  But damn, Strawberries are ridiculously expensive when not in season!  And it’s a hard thing to imagine if you are not a parent that has to deal with it-checking labels all the time…having to argue with airline attendants regarding their nut policies…explaining to Elisa that yes, chickens probably can eat peanut butter and not get sick but she can’t.  It’s a good reminder to me how resilient and brave children are because then she just laughs it off and says, "That’s silly!" or "Maybe I can have eggs when I'm 5?"...and "Can I have ice cream now Mommy?"  And being the parent, I need to keep my tears in check and smile, and say, "Yes...maybe." and "Of course you can."  I don’t know if I would be able to deal so well with not being able to eat certain foods (actually, I KNOW I wouldn’t be able to)…and that’s a very humbling thing. 


Thursday, July 5, 2012

Cows Can't Jump, But My Baby Can Read

Storytime has become a major part of our bed time routine. Apparently, "routine" is very important-- not only do we have storytime every night, but we must read the same book over and over and over and over... again! This has been the case with Cows Can't Jump by Dave Reisman. One of Lila's absolute faves, it is a regular part of our storytime rotation.

Not only does Lila love it, but this book has a special place in my heart. Cows Can't Jump is the first book that Lila actually "read" (okay memorized and repeated) herself. How cool is it to experience your two year old confidently reciting a book, out loud, word by word? What's even more cool is the vocab that she learned, like "canter," wallow," and "stampede."

Excuse the shameless-proud-mama-moment, but check out this video of Lila reading Cows Can't Jump when she was 2.

We adore this book and definitely recommend it along with the companion book, Cows Can't Quack, which was released this year. The illustrations are beautiful and cheerful and the writing is fun and (as you could see) quite catchy!

Happy reading! -Tara