|Me and Fat Cat will just chill, you keep reading|
This year, Mom was cleaning out a bookshelf and I ended up with a pile of my old books. I got so nostalgic about the stories that I immediately integrated a two part bedtime reading policy: I pick the books, and, You can't pick the books. We started with The Mouse and the Motorcycle. My brother Greg's name was written in his careful left-handed penmanship on the inside cover and I thought, This book is old. Would it hold up? Yep, the kids loved it. Even after I'd catch Dylan drifting away and looking at the cats, when I'd quiz her about the chapter, she'd caught every detail. (Reason #2 no one like English majors: we quiz.)
We flew through that book and eagerly jumped into a childhood favorite of mine, Justin Morgan Had a Horse. This book, frankly, is kind of a stinker. I have to update the language to keep the kids interested, so lines like, "Hark to the man!" become, "What's up, Homie!" or "'Tis an insult to match our blooded horses against him," modernize to, "Who wants candy!"
|We'll just make our own books.|
Lately, we've definitely been on a summer reading schedule. No, not summer-reading, like Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, rather, let's eat ice cream instead of reading a bedtime story kind of reading. I'll definitely amend my bedtime reading rules and give the kids a vote on the next book. Until then, I'll put Blood Meridian in Grady's bookshelf, right in front of Pajama Party, and keep my fingers crossed that's the one he chooses next.