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Picture Poetry

Baby Glee: Take it off of me.  Kersplat: I'm done with that! Persimmons Galore 216 cookies to store.  Road Rash: Baby walker dealt the bash. Flying: Almost crying.  Giggles are a cinch With a little pinch.  Self-satisfied: Peeled and separated with pride.  Rain Done: Out to run. Ficus Tree: Balance beams for Lee.  First Tea: Milk, water, honey.   Sepia Tint: Ellis Island Immigrant  Why So Serious: Eating dirt without us.  Facia Rocks: Uptown's climbing blocks.  Trepidation: Waves of the ocean.  Suspicion: Phil in vision.  Winter Beach: Within Grandpa's reach. Advent: Phil's craftsmanship leant.  Wonder: Thighs of thunder. Little Sock:  Celery stalk. Opened In a Rush:  Walnuts, mints, and toothbrush.  Collapsable Fort: Uncle Jacob can contort.  Xylophone: She bangs alone. Wreath for Advent: Christmas or lent. Apple Computer: Joi

Library Finds: Great Books for Children

We have found a few more winners at the Whittier Public Library. This time around, Phil observed that we encountered a book with a villain ( The Three Little Rigs) . Now that Phil has mentioned it, very few books for a two-year-old audience have  villains . Could it be that the two-year-old world of literature is lacking in this area? I hesitate to say so because I've  skipped over all those books about monsters  under  the bed.  I'm beginning to notice many repeated concepts in children's literature: wordless books about shapes or lines or shadows that come to life, grandmother stories about sweet bears or bunnies (I call these grandmother books because I imagine a little old lady finally becoming a grandmother and she's so excited that she writes a story about a nice, soft, sweet animal that will bore parents to tears.), P olar bear books that seem written by an environmentalist who never had children, and wannabe poetry books that like to say things like, "