the air conditioner in samuel's room isn't working properly (just had a light bulb go on in my head today that perhaps it might be a good idea to change the filter since we've had it for about a year now. duh.) and i'm guessing the fact that his room is 83 degrees is the reason why he still isn't asleep an hour past his bedtime. he's been fed and burped and given hand fulls of pacifiers and i've even just added a fan to his room and there is nothing more i can do to make him comfortable. and so here i sit and listen to him fuss and and feel very sorry for the poor little fellow. i thought that writing a quick post may take my mind off of the whole unfortunate scenario.
tristan and i like to visit the local library about once a week. its actually a very tiny little place, with hardly any room for all of the books it contains, which is why there is a Brand New Library being built just down the road (!!!!!!) tristan and i are both extremely excited about this. anyhow, on our last trip to the library i picked up the book "blueberries for sal" by robert mccloskey just because it looked a little retro and fun and somehow reminded me of my childhood. once samuel was happily settled for his nap, tristan and i snuggled together on the couch and i read every single book to him at least once. when we got to the book "blueberries for sal", i opened it, read the first page and was immediately transported back in time to when i was a little girl and my own mom used to take us to the library, then snuggle with us on the couch and read each and every book to us at least once. i recognized the illustrations and even the story sounded familiar to me. it was a very good book, (tristan loved it too) and when i was done, i flipped to the last page to see what other books this man had written. oh, yes! the titles "make way for ducklings", "homer price" "and one morning in maine" (CLAM CHOWDER FOR LUNCH!) filled my mind with fragments of story lines long forgotten.
i've been thinking since then of other books that my mom read to us and books that i read on my own as a child that caused me to be the insatiable reader that i became. i think my most favorite children's books were the ones written by shirley hughes. i remember her character alfie so well and was thrilled to find a couple of books by her when i was in england 4 years ago. i picked them up, saving them for my own future children and i am always thrilled when tristan asks me to read them to him.
once we got a bit older, my mom would read chapter books instead of pictures books aloud to us before bed. she read scads of enid blyton books, as well as other classics like "james and the giant peach", "the borrowers", "stuart little", "charlotte's web", "henry and ribsy" and the entire "chronicles of narnia" which i read and re-read over again, never tiring of the magical stories.
on my own, i devoured the "ramona quimby" books by shirley hughes, then went on to read the "betsy, tacy and tib" series, running back to the library to get the next book each time i finished one.
of course, there are countless others that i haven't mentioned, but those are the ones that immediately came to mind when i think of my earliest reading memories. how about you? leave a comment sharing your favorite books as a child, the ones that you stayed up past your bedtime reading, telling your mom, "just one more chapter!" every time she told you to put the light out.