My husband and I usually end up splitting our girls up and reading to them separately at night. We alternate between our five year-old (non-reading) twins and our 8 year old (who has a fourth grade reading level). Tonight my husband read "Dragons Love Tacos" to the little ones and I read "Sideways Stories from Wayside School" to the big girl. The best nights, though, are when we can all pile on the biggest bed (which oddly enough is not ours), and read the same books together.
The very first day I found I was pregnant, nine years ago, we ended up at a Barnes and Noble sitting in a corner of the children's section reading, not parenting books, but children's picture books. We ended up buying "Pig, Pigger, Piggest" and it remains one of our favorites. We LOVE picture books, probably even more so than the girls. When I think about my oldest and her appropriately-aged fondness for chapter books, it makes me more than sad that we are out-growing this tradition. Yesterday, I had to flag her on her newest book from the library ("Drive" by Raina Telgemeier) because of more mature content matter than I think she's ready for (middle school crushes and kissing). I wished that we could just go back to the Knuffle Bunny days. Coincidentally enough, I happened upon Pernille Ripp's post today on her middle school classes' favorite picture books. It turns out, the big kids still love to read engaging stories with interesting illustrations, no matter how old they are intended for. Heck, if my almost 40 year-old self loves them, why wouldn't an 11 year-old, or even a precocious 8 year-old? Pernille recommended a number of books on this site. Some we've already enjoyed and some that are definitely on our "get the library to order for us" list.
I intend this blog to be a reflection journal of sorts, on topics such as teaching, leadership, pedagogy, and tacos.