Thursday, February 25, 2010

things {connor} loves thursday

Thanks to a decades-old stash in Shawn's parents' attic, Connor owns a hefty stash of Dr. Seuss books. The "This book belongs to.." pages of our"vintage" collection often contain the penciled-in scrawl M I K E or B E T H. It appears that Mike, as a 6 year old, had better penmanship than my 26 year old brother Hugh has now. As for Beth, she was once {apparently} so enamored with the ability to write her name on the "belongs to" page that she just kept going and wrote her name on every. single. page. {and yet, one of your siblings still appropriated the book! try again!}

Connor's current favorites are Hooper Humperdink, The Berenstain's B Book, There's a Wocket in My Pocket, Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You?, The Cat in the Hat, A Great Day for Up, Fox in Socks, and Please Try To Remember the First of Octember!

Dr. Seuss' iambic brilliance is so catchy that sometimes, while at my office attempting to draft a motion or e-mail a client, my mind is instead quietly marching along to the rhythmic tounge-twisting of

When beetles battle beetles
in a puddle paddle battle
and the beetle battle puddle
is a a puddle in a botttle..
they call this
a tweetle beetle
bottle pudddle
paddle battle muddle.

We try to rotate through our non-Seuss books as well. Pretty much the only book I cannot read to Connor is "Someday." The sticker on the cover of this book bills it as "a celebration of life, love, and the bond between mother & child." Shawn and I, however, have come to the mutual conclusion that the sticker should instead read "WARNING: EMOTIONAL TERRORISM." How are you supposed to read your baby a book about a "someday" in which your baby is old and gray and looking at a silver-framed picture of his/her long-dead mother?!? I tried to read it to Connor on at least 3 separate occasions, and just ended up sobbing, with Connor looking at me like "uh, I thought crying was my job!!"

We try to read Connor a few books every night before bed. He likes to "read" along with us, i.e. out-shout the reader with "gooooooooooooooooooooo!" or "awoooooooooo!" Apparently, he does not yet understand the whole "one person talking at a time" thing. I have a feeling we will be continue to get notices of this inclination from Connor's future teachers.

Sometimes, if we have no books handy, we read him... uh, the Band-Aid box:

Taking a walk down the street to the library to pick out some new books:

Connor is just four days shy of 5 months old!

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