(On a separate note, never do a Google Image search for “scat”.)
The kids and I love to read books. Reading is by far my favorite thing to do with them, and it’s their fourth favorite thing to do with me, after watching TV, watching DVDs and watching streaming videos on Netflix.
So when they’ve reached their TV quota for the day, why not suggest some reading time? I’ve listed a few guidelines below to help you appreciate how Sutton, Bennett and I enjoy our kiddie lit.
The Reading Couch. The leather couch is the reading couch. The red couch is officially called Daddy’s Resting Couch, but really, it’s become the couch where we watch TV. You can read on the TV couch, but please don’t watch TV from the reading couch.
Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown, Pictures by Clement Hurd. This is the last book we read to the kids every night, just as they’re drifting off to sleep. We’ve done this every day since the day they were born. It is a beautiful tradition and a signal to the kids that it’s time to close their eyes and rest. We are all thoroughly sick of this book.
Attention span. The kids tend to wander in and out while you read. That’s normal. If a kid leaves, just keep going, and they’ll usually come back. If they both wander away at the same time, you can stop. Reading time is over.
TV Tie-Ins. When they’re not watching TV, the kids love to read books about their favorite TV characters, like Dora and the Yo Gabba Gabba freaks. These books are uniformly atrocious. They pander to parents with positive messages like, “Be nice to monkeys who wear shoes” and “Don’t come down the slide until the last kid is out of the way”, but they are not to be considered educational. Their narratives are weak, they read as if they’ve been translated poorly from another language and their allegiance to the source material is shaky at best. Avoid them at all costs, or when reading them, ignore the printed words and make up your own story. I guarantee yours will be better.
Authors. When reading a book, always start on the cover page and read the author’s and illustrator’s names. We credit writers in this house. The one exception is any credit reading “Adapted from the teleplay by”. You can skip those.
Elephant and Piggie. One of our favorite series to read is the Elephant and Piggie series by…? Who knows it? That’s right, Sutton. Mo Willems. Willems is the Shakespeare of the under-5 set. His books are delightful, imaginative and fun for kids and grownups alike. Under no circumstances are you to read any of them to my children. No one but me can play the role of Piggie. I am always Piggie. If there is no Daddy, THERE IS NO PIGGIE.
Snowmen at Christmas by Caralyn Buehner, Illustrations by Mark Buehner. This is Bennett’s favorite book. We read it twelve months a year.
Voices. Doing funny voices is optional, but if you’re going to do it, dammit, commit.
Vocabulary words. Reading is a great time to teach the kids new words. The kids know that “The Very Busy Spider” is an arachnid who has a lot to do. They may even ask you what an unfamiliar word means, in which case you should try to come up with a simple definition they can repeat back to you. Don’t read Dr. Seuss, or you’ll get too many questions.
Censorship. At times, you may confuse the kids simply by reading the words exactly as printed on the page. That’s because their other dad and I have been known to swap out certain controversial words for ones more familiar to our kids. When an easy substitution can be made, “Mommy” becomes “Grandma”, “A lady” or “the other Daddy”. When we come across the phrase “thank the Lord” in Madeline, we read “thank goodness”. If you are particularly religious and offended by this, feel free to make it “Thank their father” and make “father” upper-case in your head. That way, everyone’s happy.
Interactivity. We encourage interactivity. If there’s a flap to be lifted or a sound effect button to be pressed, let the kids do it. Have them turn the pages for you. If the book asks a question (i.e., “Can I drive the bus?”), let the kids answer. (“No!”)
When reading “Pajama Time” by Sandra Boynton, have the kids shout out “It’s ” at the appropriate times. Alternatively, read the entire book in the persona of a grizzled old bluesman in N’awlins. That always goes over well. (Again, though, commit.)
Challenge them. If you’re reading Madeline, ask them to identify the Parisian landmarks in the illustrations. (Bonus points for anyone who responds in French, i.e. “Le Tour Eiffel”.) It’s not that we plan on taking them to Paris anytime soon, but I’m guessing a lot of preschool admissions offices have paintings of Paris on their wall. I dream of my kids entering the offices of some snooty institution of lower learning and saying, “Look, Daddy! It’s the Luxembourg Gardens!”, after which the headmistress will promptly fall off her chair and give us a full scholarship.
Better yet, maybe they’ll correctly identify a Jackson Pollack painting on the wall. (We won’t tell mean old Mrs. Hodgewinkle that we know it from Olivia.)
Wrapping up. Have you made it through five minutes of reading? Congratulations. You’ve kept the kids entertained with books for the maximum possible time. Get ready, because they’re about to start asking you if they can watch more TV.
Before Yo Gabba Gabba Live:
“Daddy, we’re going to Yo Gabba Gabba Live!”
“That’s right. Who are we going to see?”
“Foofa! And Muno!”
“YO GABBA GABBA LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
During Yo Gabba Gabba Live:
After Yo Gabba Gabba Live:
“I wanna see Yo Gabba Gabba Live again!”
“Yeah! YO GABBA GABBA LIVE!!!!!!!!”
I don’t hate many things. Hitler, sure. Cancer – check. Drivers who don’t give you the little “Thank you!” wave when you let them merge in front of you. Oh, hells yeah! Other than that, though, I’m a pretty loving guy.
But I HAAAAAAAATE dressing up for Halloween.
I haven’t done it in decades.
Since I was about 10 years old, I have been a proud Halloween Grinch. I don’t like all the skulls and skeletons. I don’t like haunted houses. I don’t like those awful “Let’s Kill Teenagers” movies that come out every late October. I don’t like pumpkins and candy corn. I don’t even like candy all that much.
But you know what I do like? More than anything? What I love with all my heart?
Happy Halloween everyone!