this little man
is so stinkin’
name i drew
just a little while ago.
and for those who didn’t win, but now just absolutely must have the book, it’s here.
getting the gist of the stories without actually reciting word for word,
but there are some books that he will carry to me, crestfallen,
saying, “mama, i can’t remember what this page is about”
with tears hanging at the corners of his dear eyes
that break my heart into sad little pieces.
this never happens to him with joanna and eric johnson‘s books.
in freddie’s blanket they have once again found the perfect balance
between her sweet, memorable story lines and his richly detailed drawings.
but at my house
they also plant seeds that are
it came to light that
i swaddled them
each in blankets,
nearly as cool”, they informed me, nor as cleverly shaped as the ‘baby envelope’.
among other things,
that their uncle ken
was quite prone
as a young child
to sleep in odd spots,
just like freddie does
throughout the book.
as i was looking for my own copy
i found it in the hands
of my 4 yr old girl
as she sat quietly
‘reading’ to her baby brother.
after telling the story on page 2, she points and says,
“papa rocked me in a cradle when i was a baby like you”,
when she came to page 15,
“your hands have to be this (holding up her hand for size)
for mama to let you hold her guitar all by yourself”,
and “i think this beetle plays the trumpet just like our big sister” at page 25.
right near the very end, she leaned up close to him and said quite solemnly,
“when you are as old as me you will sleep in a big boy bed like freddie, too”.
then she ‘read’ through the patterns at the end of the book
with awe in her voice saying, “patteren. patteren…”
as she turned each page
and i thought to myself, this is
the kind of book we need more of.
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saying which of the book’s patterns
(pictured above) is your very, very favorite.
i’ll draw a name randomly on monday, the 16th.