"Read to Me" Goals

Thanks to Jennifer at Snapshot for hosting this terrific challenge. If you haven’t read about the Read to Me Mission, just click on over there to find out all about it.


As I thought about my read-aloud goals for the next month or so, I knew I really had to create separate goals for each kid. With an 8-year-old and an 8-month-old, there’s really not going to be a whole lot of interest overlap! C., for instance, loves chapter books and silly things, while L. prefers any book he can hit, throw, or chew on. That being said, here are our goals:

Reading with C.

I have to admit that I rarely read with C. these days. Over the summer, we tend to read together, but the school year often feels so hectic that I let it slide. He reads a ton on his own, so I haven’t worried too much about it. But reading together has always been enjoyable in the past and I’m eager to jump into it again. And so, I talked to C. this weekend and we settled on some goals that are more than we’re doing now (it’s not hard to do more than nothing, of course), but still very reachable.

We decided that we’ll read a fairly long chapter book together, shooting for reading together at least 3-4 days/week. The book we’ll be reading is:

Into the Wild by Erin Hunter

I’m glad we’ll be doing this one together. C. is very interested in this book (and the series), but I know nothing about it. I hate to just set him free with a series without knowing what kind of content he’s going to run into, so reading it together will give me a great feel for the author, her approach, and the type of material that will pop up in this series. I don’t know if we’ll finish the book before the challenge ends, but I do know we’ll make a good dent in it.

In addition, I plan on reading some silly poems aloud to him (and probably the whole family) during the month. Again, 3-4 poems or sessions per week seems doable. I’ll be drawing from the following two books:

It’s Raining Pigs & Noodles by Jack Prelutsky

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

Why silly poems? Well, for one, they’re just plain fun. But I think they also instill a love for language and what you can do with it.

Reading with L.

Naturally, at 8 months old, L. has no preference when it comes to our reading goals. At the moment, I usually read him two books a day, one before each nap. I’d like to continue this plan, while adding an additional 5 reading books/sessions each week. We’ll read our favorites: Sandra Boynton, Margaret Wise Brown, Touch & Feel Books, and a few Baby Einstein books (this one is his favorite — our household reading seems to have a cat theme).

Click HERE to read about the challenge, discover some resources that Jennifer’s linked to, and to explore links to others’ Read to Me Goals. Thanks again, Jennifer, for coming up with and hosting this fantastic event!

A Couple of Bloggy Goings On

If you haven’t heard about the Read to Me Mission that’s about to begin over at Snapshot, take some time to check it out. I, personally, am looking forward to this event. Jennifer is encouraging us to set some goals when it comes to reading aloud to our kids (or grandkids or nieces/nephews, etc.) and follow through on them.


I have so many wonderful memories of reading to C. in the past — from him finishing the lines of Goodnight Moon for me (I’d read, “Goodnight comb, goodnight brush” and he’d finish with, “Goodnight nobody, goodnight mush”) to reading The Chronicles of Narnia together as a family two summers ago. It’s so easy to let life barge in and allow family reading to fall by the wayside, but I want to continue to make it a priority. I’ll be posting my personal goals next week and I hope you all will consider doing the same.

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And I’m sure everyone in the blogging universe has heard of this by now, but if not… 5 Minutes for Mom is hosting The Ultimate Blog Party in just a couple weeks. People to meet, posts to read, prizes galore… I’m going to have to clear my schedule that week so I can party. Check it out.


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And finally, while we remain surrounded by snow, ice, and freezing temperatures, I continue to believe that Spring is just around the corner. And with Spring comes my Spring Reading Challenge. Stay tuned for more details (and some kind of official name and button for the whole thing), but start thinking about what you’d like to read this Spring. I can’t wait to see what’s on everyone’s lists!

C.’s Career Plans

A few months ago, C. (8 yrs old) and I were in the car together, just the two of us. Out of nowhere, he said,

“Mom, have you noticed that I’m not very career-minded?”

To be honest, I said a bit of “er” and “um” at this point, because I didn’t really know how to respond. Of course he’s not career-minded. He’s 8, for crying out loud.

Unswayed by my lack of a coherent response, he continued,

“Instead, I think I’m more bed-minded.”

I’m not sure where that came from either, since he only goes to bed when forced to and is up well before the crack of dawn. But still, I assured him that it’s just fine for him to be bed-minded at this point in his life and that there’d be plenty of time for being career-minded later.

Apparently, though, he’s been contemplating his career choices anyway. After observing my life of luxury hard work over the last few days (2 snow days plus a 2-hour delay yesterday morning), he declared,

“I think I’d like to be a stay-at-home dad when I grow up.”

In an attempt to justify myself make sure he had an accurate picture of what a stay-at-home dad would have to do, I listed all the duties and responsibilities that are part of staying home. I gave special emphasis to tasks such as changing diapers and caring for sick children.

Not one to be dissuaded, he thought for a moment and then said, “Well, it would be a lot easier if I didn’t have any kids. Maybe I’ll do it that way.”

Sounds like he has his future all mapped out. Now all he has to do is marry someone very wealthy or someone who would like to support a stay-at-home dad husband. I’m sure that won’t be a problem.

Romance, Family Style

I realize that flowers and candlelight and dinner out at a fancy restaurant are standard fare for many couples on Valentine’s Day. But I have to say, there is something special about a family Valentine’s dinner at home. In fact, it could be one of my favorite things.

My guys’ favorite Cheesy Meatloaf was on the menu last night, along with pink-tinted mashed potatoes and sweet Harvard beets. Heart-shaped brownies waited for us to clean our plates. Tiny heart-shaped floating candles danced brightly in a bowl of water. The dining room chandelier was dimmed. Valentine cards and little gifts sat by each place setting. The mood was set.

And I was with the three guys I love the most:

Chad, my Valentine not only for the holiday, but for always.

C., the boy with a million questions and even more stories to tell, who has assured me that he can’t imagine loving anyone more than me.

L., perched on the table in his Bumbo seat, entranced by the flickering candles, waiting for me to pop another Cheerio in his mouth, just happy to be part of the gang.

In the midst of discussions about chess and snowplows and food coloring, my heart swelled with love for my little family. As I scooped up a Cheerio and tried to make sure that no toys ended up catching on fire, I knew there was no place I’d rather be. No fancy restaurant could compete. Because here in our little dining room sat my three favorite parts of being me.

The American Heritage Dictionary defines romance this way:

Ardent emotional attachment or involvement between people; love

Romance was definitely present at our house last night. Sure, some meatloaf crumbs ended up on the floor. And yes, there was a kitchen to clean up afterward. But the “ardent emotional attachment” that we share beats any other Valentine’s Day gift.

From My Desk…

Dear Person in Charge at My Grocery Store:

I suspect that the employees in your produce department are trying to drive me insane. For the most part, the place makes sense. Fruit is with the fruit. Veggies are with the veggies. But then we have the issue of the cucumbers. It seems that every single time I’m in your establishment (which, on average, is once per week), the cucumbers are in a different location. And when I ask a helpful produce stocker where they are, I inevitably receive the boy-lady-can’t-you-open-your-eyes look and an accompanying, “They’re right over there” (which I’m fairly certain is followed by a silent “duh“). And then the stocker points to a location that is across the room from where they were last week.

Just yesterday, I confidently walked to where I had found the cucumbers last time I was shopping, but alas — they were not there. Instead, there was a product called broccoflower. Clever combination of broccoli and cauliflower, I’m sure, but not what I was looking for. I just wanted a simple cucumber. So I went off in search of help.

Naturally, they were “right over there” — where the cantaloupe usually resides. Of course. Silly me.

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Dear Special K People:

Thank you for considering us chocoholics in the creation of your newest cereal, Special K Chocolatey Delight. I had my first bowl this morning, and while it certainly wasn’t like eating a Hershey Bar, it was still delightful to have the taste of chocolate mixed in with the healthy stuff.

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Dear L.:

Congratulations on your first tooth, which arrived today! Perhaps now you will start napping again enjoy my attempts at feeding you non-pureed foods.

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Dear Large and Loud Trucks that are Continually Driving Up and Down the Road and Turning Around Right In Front of My House During Nap Time:

Please stop.