There is one odd perk of being a blogger that I have noticed lately…people email about all sorts of stuff. I guess I am being asked to endorse or whatever about what it is that they are pitching. Who knows, maybe we all get them and I actually pay attention, but I read ’em. I mean hey, you never really know who is emailing.. today it was Northeast Public Radio..so it’s good to check it out. So if people want to send me stuff..Ok, I say sure, but I am not making any promises!
Anyway, I get one about a month ago about a new kids book..and I say sure… send me your book. I’ll check it out. And sure enough, a few days later I get a nice new pre release version of a book to review. Rye is all like “WTF? Now people send you books?” but yeah? So, of course I don’t pay too much attention to it. It’s right before RegDay and I’m making signage, so I toss it aside.
But, I don’t let it get burried and Tristan & Scarlett see it in a few days and ask me to read it to them. And so I do. One of the benfits, and drawbacks, of having the “office” where I write in the middle of the technical “dining room” of the house is that the kids do interject themselves in my every waking being. But, indeed I am going to take a “read to the budding readers” moment.
And they just love this silly little book. They think it rocks.
I Love You More
And it is cute. Nice Indeed.. ” I love you more than the higher rocket ever flown..” Bright pictures, all kid frindly, easy words, big text, good message, nice concept..and they really dig it. We have kept it out and I have read it to them repeatedily. And I have thought..wow, they really like that book..I should blog that at least.
And then tonight, it’s after tub time. Poor Rye is still working extra late painting the house that we are flipping down the street and so I am doing the bathing. I am brushing Scarlett’s still wet hair so it runs like silk to her waist. Garin, long and lanky is spralled on my bed talking to me about something, which is good for a 16 year old. Tristan is being all silly and hyped up, but requests that the book, sitting on my TV table gets read – again!
Because it is late and it’s hard enough to manage 2 plus feet of girl hair tangles with one hand without adding reading a picture book, I ask Garin to read it..and surprisingly, he does. The punk rock skater dude brother reads ” I love you more” to his younger siblings and mysellf.. and it was even cuter than it sounds. Granted, he read it half way and announced it “gay”, but but it was still cute. I knew it one of “those moments’ and burned it into my memory banks.
Then we ended it all by each making up our own ” I love you more than…” It did get silly, like I love you more than the stinkiest fart ever flown. But that’s how we roll here. If you can add the word fart in it, then add it twice and giggle like a dern fool. But even the 16 year old did it too.
And if a silly little kids book can give me a moment like that, then I’ll blog about it. THAT gets my endorsement.
I Love You More: Good book.
