It's time once again for Fatherhood Friday. Fatherhood Friday is hip place at Dad-Blogs.com for dads and moms to share stories, ideas, photos and movies with one topic in mind – fatherhood.
How I love reading out loud to Bea. Mama and I both revel in the joy and awe that beams from Bea’s tiny face. Her arms flap, her eyes and mouth open wide, she screeches with joy – it’s such a pleasure to hear our little Hindi velociraptor sing along to the bouncing red ball bounding off our words.
Reading aloud is one of the best ways for your child to learn language in their first few years. But, have you actually stopped to pay attention to the words you’re reading? Way back when Bea was still in the womb last summer I wrote:
You ever notice that reading some children's books as an adult can be an unsettling experience. Take The Story of Babar. I just bought it yesterday to read to Mama A and Baby B. One of my favorite books visually as a child.
Two deaths, a kept elephant, and Babar marries his cousin.
Oh, and it gets better. We have a fun little book called The Lucy Cousins Book of Nursery Rhymes. These are classics, and although there is historical context around the content, we grew up sing-songing these as happy as clams (what the heck does that mean anyway?).
For example, if you read Oranges and Lemons:
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement’s.
It ends with:
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
That’ll make for some sweet dreams. Then there’s the heavily litigated prose from Jack and Jill:
When Jill came in, How she did grin To see Jack’s paper plaster; Her mother, vexed, Did whip her next, For laughing at Jack’s disaster.
Why hasn’t anyone called CPS? You know the neighbors heard the whole damn thing.
Oh, and what about if I don’t say my prayers? What’s gonna happen to me?
Goosey, goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who would not say his prayers,
I took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.
Nothing like putting the fear of God into children (and adults).
And lastly, there’s classic story of the old woman who lived in a shoe:
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn’t know what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread;
She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Nadya Suleman and Radar Online.
Enough said. What are your favorites?