Thursday, May 5, 2016

Children's Book Blogging, What We're Reading Edition

These books are getting a little young for Little Leopard now, but Moo Baa, La, La, La was the first book he could "read." A gift from Hopkins.

And Each Peach Pear Plum is a delightful rhyme.

A gift from Aunt Ilana, this is a simple and even moving story.

This is my favorite from childhood--Little Leopard calls it, "ji-ji." What a great, colorful story.

Little Leopard calls this one, "Meatball" and likes it a lot. He also calls random things I'm feeding him, like a piece of French Toast, "Meatball."

I like this story, and it's chock full of animals, which makes a good toddler book. Camels and giraffe's ("neck") are Little Leopards' latest favorites.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Children's Book Blogging, Not Recommended Edition

This book is the worst version of fairy tales I've ever seen. The pictures bear almost no relation to the rhymes. (Unless you think Little Miss Muffet is a monkey, eating bananas, and the spider is another monkey or a turtle.)

I think that this would be forgivable if the book were some generic, random book, but it's labeled Fisher Price.

Below: At least there's a moon.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Children's Book Blogging, What We're Reading Edition

What Little Leopard calls, Shovel Book. We brought it back for him from our trip to NYC.

I've been wanting to blog about the books I read and think about these days for some time. Just now getting around to it.

Graham Greene wrote children's books! Purportedly to help out one of his mistresses, who was an illustrator. Sadly, this one wasn't illustrated by her.

This one is still a little long for Little Leopard, but he does love choo choos, so it was at the top of the rotation for a while. It has very agrarian themes about the good of small town life and the corruption of the city. I haven't read Greene's others yet.

This was a wonderful serendipitous find in a thrift store in NY. Great, detailed illustrations, no words. And stories from the life of Christ hidden in the pages. (As if Christ were born and raised in Italy, but still.)

This one is great--it combines dogs and cars, the two best things ever. Little Leopard learns so much from this--now he talks about big dogs and says go and stop and top--tree.

Our wonderful neighbor gave us this one (and some others). Boy becomes friend with dog. Little Leopard loves it.

Aunt Ilana got us this one. So much fun--the book has a great tempo, building to the climax. Plus, Little Leopard likes finding all the family members in the pictures (although the mom looks a little young and is hard to pick out).

Monday, May 2, 2016

Eastern State Penitentiary, Revisited

Al Capone's cell

Previous visit to Eastern State here and here.

Sunday, May 1, 2016


Sunday was blissful: after breakfast sandwiches in a sunny park in the Village, we walked around the neighborhood, packed up and barely made it to the bus in time with a hoagie for the road.

Saturday, April 30, 2016


Sadly, I woke up early Saturday, even without the kid. After a leisurely brunch, we headed to the Brooklyn Flea, the Greenlight Bookstore (where I got a compliment on my bag!), and we split up: me to thrift, Francisco to a transportation museum.

My happiest thrifting success was a copy of Anno's Italy, a children's book I'd never heard of but discovered I love.

In the evening, we headed to the Guggenheim. The exhibits there (which were much of the museum), were rather unimpressive, although I enjoyed the building itself and the small permanent collection.

This ball was pretty cool.

Then we headed to the nearby Cooper Hewitt, a museum of design, which was really great.

It's in a cool old house, although that isn't the focus.

(These were my favorite things there.)

After our nightly slice, we collapsed in bed.

Thursday, April 28, 2016


Francisco and I had our first, wonderful weekend away from Little Leopard. We spent it in NY.

Francisco booked us a great hotel, with a mid-century maritime theme (hence, the round window). We took the train up from our house, which made travel painless.

That evening we went to the Chelsea Market for Japanese tacos.

We walked along the high line and went to Francisco's favorite NY coffee shop.

We went to the Whitney, which offered beautiful views of New York, although sadly not of art. And then finished the night off with late-night slices.