Bird’s nest at Kidspace

Bird's nest at Kidspace 1

We saw an open Amazon box on the nature counter at Kidspace. My son wants to know what is inside every Amazon box he sees, so I lifted him up to check. Instead of the packaging bubbles I was expecting, we saw this bird’s nest. We looked at it together for a while.

Somehow the bird found down and moss to line the nest with. Those aren’t things I see in Southern California very often. When I touched it, it felt cushioned inside. It felt like the softest, most comfortable thing a baby bird could want to rest in. I felt a flash of love for my son in my chest — and recognition. This bird loves its babies like I love my little boy, I thought.

Adventure books!

“I’m tired of our books,” said Gavin. “We need more books about kids that go on adventures.”

Stack of books
So, we went to Vroman’s.

I Spy Fly Guy! Tyler Makes Spaghetti
I Spy Fly Guy! by Tedd Arnold and Tyler Makes Spaghetti! by Tyler Florence and Craig Frazier are easily my little guy’s favorites. Fly Guy is both cute and disgusting at the same time — a combination I never knew was possible. And Tyler is a little kid who gets to cook. Such power!

Aaron Becker’s Journey is my favorite. It’s like Harold and the Purple Crayon fan fiction. Really good fan fiction. Like rivaling the original in goodness fan fiction. And there are no words.

Rosie Revere, Engineer
Rosie Revere, Engineer (by Andrea Beaty and illustrated by David Roberts) rhymes. Gavin tears up when he reads the end — especially, “Your brilliant first flop was a raging success!/ Come on, let’s get busy and on the next!/…Life may have its failures, but this was not it./The only true failure can come if you quit.” Typing those lines makes me a little teary, too.

And then there were a couple of books that didn’t work out… at least not yet.

Rockets and Spaceships
Even though my little one loves the space shuttle, he doesn’t want to hear this book. I’m not sure why.

On a Beam of Light
And he won’t listen to this one, either. “It’s too scary,” he says. Maybe next year.