I spent this weekend bonding with my beautiful and verybrandnew nephew Caleb. Since he’s also my future godson (!), I’ve been scheming to spoil him. At the tender age of 18 days, he’s already being treated to the best the 0-3 crowd has to offer:
Sandra Boynton’s books are the rarest of finds- kids’ book parents don’t mind reading again and again. She writes jaunty tunes about hippos that don’t make me see spots. They even scan! (Not that I would approve them if they didn’t.)
I see Julia Donaldson as the slightly twisted heir to Boynton:
My six year old nephew loves this one. It’s full of bad guys. Don’t worry, things turn out just fine for the mouse (even if he is a total liar).
However, since Caleb has minimal appreciation for meter at the moment, I also gave him this:
Yes, you too can look at pictures with your newborn. (“Look! A butterfly! Yes, it is! See the pretty butterfly, baby?” Newborns make me think of this xkcd comic.) Looking at the contrast strengthens babies’ eyes, even if it can get a little inane for grown ups. It was pretty rewarding to see Caleb’s eyes go straight to the pictures, since it’s difficult to engage him beyond feeding and changing at this stage.
Do you have any favorite picture books?