Yes, I do miss those times. Children start out cleaving to us, and smelling like vanilla or something, and then they gradually unfold, and rearing them right entails going through a life-long mourning process. At about eight the vanilla smell is totally gone, and they start to stink, also!!
It is ironic that to do the job of parenting right, we are teaching them to leave us behind, and it hurts sometimes. Just writing that brought tears to my eyes, in fact.
I don't remember any of the other books you mention. You had boys, and I think they like pretty different books. There was one hilarious book, done with medieval drawings, about a very rude family who left boogers lying about and stuff, but it was actually a very cleverly drawn manners book. Briana loved Babar; in fact we have Babar and Celeste stuffed animals sitting in our living room. Celeste's long pink dress could not be removed, so they didn't get much active play.
There was a funny book about that little girl who had a pot on her head and couldn't hear. She ended up with a cow in her house misunderstanding what her mother said.
Mostly I read her very classic children's literature from my own childhood, including many fairy tales. The one I liked the best was Chicken Little, if I remember correctly. Is that where the sky is falling, and she is running around trying to get other creatures to help her grind the grain and make the bread, and no one wants to lift a finger, but they all want to eat the bread? Great for teaching responsibility. |
