It’s not crawling yet but Sam definitely can inch his way forward – kind of like a dying man who’s been shot in both legs trying to pull his way forward using his arms alone. Next up – getting on his knees to really crawl. I like to think his …
I’m taking advantage of the fact that Hazel likes to both repeat and contradict anything I say. So a lot of our conversations lately have been: Me: Hazel, you’re the best! Hazel: No, you’re the best Daddy! Me (louder): Hazel, you’re the best! Hazel (louder also): No, you’re the best! …
The little guy isn’t crawling yet but we have definite forward momentum if you give him something to reach for.
Old Man Fookwire is a grump who only likes to paint pictures of birds that visit his backyard. The problem is, they fly south every winter, leaving him sad and lonely. So he decides to get them to stay by putting up beautiful birdfeeders filled with seeds and berries. Unfortunately, the squirrels like the treats, too, and make a daring raid on the feeders. The conflict escalates-until the birds depart (as usual), and the squirrels come up with a plan that charms the old grump.
My take: How can you not like a book where you get to say Googlie Mooglie, raise your fist and yell “Those darned squirrels”?
