Monday, January 26, 2009

And the 2009 Caldecott Award goes to...



The House in the Night
Illustrated by Beth Krommes; written by Susan Marie Swanson
Houghton Mifflin Books for Children, 2008

Three books were also selected as Caldecott Honor Books:



A couple of boys have the best week ever
by Marla Frazee
Harcourt Children's Books, 2008



How I learned geography
by Uri Shulevitz
Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2008




A river of words: the story of William Carlos Williams
Illustrated by Melissa Sweet; written by Jen Bryant
Eerdmans Books for Young Readers, 2008

Look for them at your local library!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

One Cool Dad

This month's Wired Magazine features the article "DIY DNA: One Father's Attempt to Hack His Daughter's Genetic Code" which tells of Hugh Rienhoff, MD, founder of MyDaughtersDNA.org and his five-year-old daughter Beatrice, who suffers from a rare genetic condition, so rare that it defies explanation...for now.

In his view, parents must be their children's greatest advocates, the people whose love keeps them pushing for answers when the medical establishment has essentially surrendered. And to Rienhoff, being the father who never relents is itself a noble goal. "In the end," he says, "this is simply about the extra ways a daddy can love his little girl."

That's what I call one very cool dad.

Please check out the article and his website where you can meet a whole group of amazing and dedicated parents like him.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Caldecott Awards

The Caldecott Medal, named after English illustrator Randolph Caldecott, is awarded annually by the Association of Library Service to Children (ALSC), a division of the American Library Association (ALA), to the "artist of the most distinguished American picture book for children published in the United States during the preceding year."  It is perhaps the most prestigious award for illustrators of children's books, and its announcement is widely anticipated not only by illustrators, but by librarians, publishers, and most anyone interested in the art of children's literature.  Winners and Honor Books represent the best in children's book illustration, and usually remain in print for years to come.

For a list of all previous winners and honor books since 1938, click here.  You should be able to find most (if not all) books in your local public library.

This year the Caldecott and other award winners will be announced on Monday, January 26, 2009, during ALA's Midwinter Conference in Denver.  Stay tuned to this blog to find out who the winners are. 


Sunday, January 18, 2009

Picture Books

Leaves by David Ezra Stein
Putnam Juvenile, 2007

Books about seasons are always in high demand at public libraries.  This title got several glowing and Starred Reviews AND was selected as Winner of the 2008 Ezra Jack Keats New Writer Award.   It deserves all the praise!

It's another case where both words and illustrations are perfectly pitched together: a story of a young bear experiencing his very first autumn who is surprised to see that all leaves are falling from the trees.  He tries to put them back ("Are you okay?") but, of course, he can't stop autumn from following its course.  He then gets sleepy -- winter is coming after all, and once spring is back, he awakens to a world full of life.  This little bear is an endearing character full of the innocence and curiosity of young children.  Another great story to share with your young one(s)!

Look for it at your local library!


Have Cargo. Need Bike.

Last September when The Boston Globe called to interview me for Raising Kids Without a Car, I must admit, I thought (for a few seconds anyway) that having lived car-free in Boston for four years, two before and two after the birth of my twins in 2006, was enough of an accomplishment to make me quite possibly the coolest mom ever! Then, I read the article and realized I was off by one.

Now, I know you must be dying to know who on Earth could be a cooler mom than moi? Well, Lisa-Maria Mehta. That's who. She's a Boston mom of three all under six who gave up her car for a cargobike. That's right a c-a-r-g-o-bike. Hands down, that is so much cooler than the pedestrian giving up of one's car for the MBTA, Zipcar, informal neighborhood carsharing, and, well, being a pedestrian, as I did. Much, much cooler.

So much cooler, in fact, that I now find myself profoundly jealous of Lisa-Maria Mehta, a woman I have never even met, as well as completely obsessed with trying to scrape together some $3000 and change (for all the accoutrements I will most definitely need) to get me one of these:


A cargobike by Bakfiets (Netherlands).

Again, you ask: Why? Why? Why?!

Well, to be cool obviously! And, of course, to increase my family-friendly green transportation options, thereby simplifying my family life!

Of course, what I told the Globe still holds true: I mostly use a combination of walking and taking the subway to get around. I dress myself and the kids for the weather and off we go, pretty much every day, to run errands and/or take in as much as we can of what Boston has to offer, which is a lot. On our less adventurous days, when we stick closer to home, we enjoy visiting all the lovely playgrounds just around almost any corner in our immediate neighborhood. I get nearly all my groceries delivered, and when I absolutely need a car for some more far-flung activity or errand, I rent a Zipcar. So, I don't really need a cargobike for the everyday stuff. But there are definitely times when having access to some super green family-friendly wheels would be most welcome.

Like when I want to take my kids to the many marvelous, but not walking distance and not easily T accessible, kid-friendly attractions in the vicinity: The Franklin Park Zoo, Arnold Arboretum, Mount Auburn Cemetery, for example, not to mention the entire City of Cambridge. (Despite the many things I truly love and appreciate about the MBTA, getting across town from Boston or Brookline to Cambridge usually requires an insanely long, circuitous subway ride or getting onto a crowded bus, which, with toddler twins and a gargantuan twin stroller in tow, is always a total nightmare.)

What's that you are thinking? Get a regular bike with a trailer? Ugh. No. If you are thinking that you have definitely not seen the size of my I'm-prepared-for-anything backpack/diaper bag and the three person lunch tote/cooler I take with me on such outings. I'm just not one to travel light.

Then there are the times I find myself running way late on a grocery or milk order. Oh, how lovely I imagine it could be to pop the kids, the inevitable tag along toys and books, the diaper bag and the canvas shopping bags into the Bakfiets and ride to the supermarket, shop and then ride everything back home. (It's not that our trips to the supermarket sans cargobike are an ordeal, of course--though they usually do involve either me wheeling the ever popular, highly maneuverable emblem of the urban grocery shopping experience: the collapsible (i.e., collapsing) wire shopping cart, or me filling the role of pack mule while holding tightly the hands of my toddlers as we try to safely navigate across busy three lane intersections politely acknowledging the endless stream of passersby who for some inexplicable reason decide that the middle of the street is the perfect place to inquire whether the boys are twins or to comment on the "fullness of my hands". It's all totally manageable! I swear! So manageable, in fact, that the other day on one of these very pack mule walks, I began to wonder about what would be involved in trying to learn East African head-supported load carrying. I am not kidding.)

And, finally, there's my preschool fantasy. I'm on the fence about sending the boys to preschool in the Fall, but if I do decide to send them, and can swing it financially, there's only one place I really want them to go. It's this wonderful nature-based program housed on a working farm and wildlife sanctuary... Fifteen miles away.

Now, I haven't yet researched the preschool fantasy-related public transportation options. To be honest, I'm sort of afraid to discover how early we might have to get up and out of the house to catch a train, so I've been seriously procrastinating. But somehow I imagine that throwing a Bakfiets into the mix will make whatever those options turn out to be way more flexible. After all, how bad could riding 15 miles of mostly bike path on a cargobike on a beautiful Spring morning in New England really be? (N.B. I did mention that this was a fantasy!)

All kidding aside, I do think it would be really nice to just go for a simple, safe bike ride with the boys from time to time. And, if I could get a bike that could easily handle all the gear I like to pack for our outings and that could also offer our family some new and creative transportation options, it would be very... very... cool.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Wild Rose Reader: Book Lists, Etc.

These lists are a roundup of some of the best children's books of 2008.

Look for them at your local library!

Friday, January 16, 2009

Boston Babes Scandinavian Style

Let me begin by stating unequivocally that there is absolutely nothing Scandinavian about me or my family heritage. I hail from Eastern Europe--genetically speaking--and, well, Jersey (mostly)--culturally speaking. I do not fit even slightly into the classic stereotype of the tall, outdoorsy, joyful, sexy Scandinavian babe. I am five foot ten (or was until post-twin-pregnancy-and-toddlerhood-related chronic back pain made me truly appreciate the benefits of hunching over all the time). But Helena Christensen, I am definitely not. I confess to listening to Abba on occasion, but that's as close to Sweden as I have ever been or ever will be in all likelihood.

Nor does the title of this post have anything remotely to do with me having some sort of passion for baby-related Scandinavian design, as in baby furniture by IKEA or Svan, for example.

No, friends, the reason Danes, Norwegians, Swedes and even Icelanders (though the latter are not technically Scandinavian, of course) who meet me around town are constantly addressing me in their mother tongue as though it must obviously be mine as well is this:



My babies nap outside. For two hours (it used to be four hours when they were infants). Every day. Since birth. Even in the winter. (Just typing that makes me think of the US Postal Service Creed: "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these babies from napping outside!" Hee, hee.)

Some of you may remember the case from some ten years ago or so in which Annette Sorensen, a woman from Copenhagen, was arrested for child endangerment, strip searched, locked up for 48 hours after leaving her 14-month-old daughter alone in a stroller outside an East Village restaurant while she and the baby's father were inside eating and throwing back tequila shots. Given that Ms. Sorensen cited the common Danish practice of leaving children unattended outside restaurants and shops in her defense, the case ignited an international brouhaha over child care and safety (and actually dragged on until quite recently). At the time, many Danes were quoted as saying things like, "Come on, we do this all the time! We go in for a cup of coffee, sit so we can see the stroller, go out and check once in a while and that's it." Ultimately, charges were dropped, the baby, who had been placed in foster care for four days, was returned to her mother, and the family went back home to Copenhagen. Furthermore, a couple of years after the arrest a follow up article in the New York Times claimed "the Scandinavian habit of parking a stroller outside for a few moments while posting a letter or buying a pastry is rapidly fading into nostalgia."

From what I can tell, not so!


This photo was posted to Reykjavik Daily Photo Blog on October 29, 2008 under the header "Could Not Be More Icelandic!"

And this one from the Iceland Eyes Blog posted December 2007:



Further, just a few days ago I saw this post on Craigslist (North Carolina): "I have a Scandinavian style pram for sale. I used it for my baby to take naps outside. Where I am from all babies take naps outside, it is considered essential for the immune system and the lungs. Here my baby napped outside all year except summer time. I also include an excellent wool wrap to bundle baby in on cold days. Babies can sleep outside out of wind and rain down to freezing point when properly covered. If you are interested or have questions please call. Thanks for looking, Christina (from Denmark) [emphasis mine]."

And, from a Dutch (!) day care center newsletter dated November 2008: "Most of the children take an afternoon nap at the day-care center. Babies that sleep uneasily are often placed outside in their pram. This makes them quite literally “sleep like a baby”. In the Netherlands, people are not used to letting kids sleep outside, but it is getting more and more common. It was quite common already in Groningen, back in the old days when people worked the land and wanted to have their kids within reach. It is also very common in Scandinavian countries and gradually it is becoming more standard within the area of child-care. Of course, there are a few regulations we need to stick to: it is not advisable to let children sleep outside in dense fog and sharp frost. But aside from that sleeping outside does the children a lot of good. Of course we dress the children appropriately, i.e. not too warm and not too cold. Before we let children sleep outside, group management will obtain the parents’ approval."

And, apparently, even Oprah had some Icelander on one of her shows in 2005 who said: "And we're quite comfortable leaving our children on the sidewalk by themselves while we go in to shop. We also make sure our children sleep outside for at least an hour a day. Even in the winter. The fresh air is very good for them." That's right, Oprah.

Now, I know what you are thinking: Why? Why? Why?!

Here's why I started doing it. When my twins were born, we lived in a tiny second floor walkup in the Fenway. We had no car. My husband had no paternity leave. Neither of us has family in the area, nor could we afford to hire help. Of course, there were many, many times when I had to leave the house with the babies because, well, I had stuff to do: grocery shopping, laundry, get some fresh air so I didn't feel like I was being held hostage in my own apartment 24/7 which would result in my having a strong desire to throw myself out a window, etc. Having years of babysitting and au pair experience under my belt during which I was universally asked to take babies out for a long stroll, most often at naptime, I have to be honest that the idea of leaving the house when my boys were awake to run errands (or for any other reason frankly) never even crossed my mind. It just seemed counterintuitive to me to have to nap them in their cribs, which would obviously keep me captive in the house, and then in turn have to force them to sit in a stroller when they were awake and wanted to be moving around or interacting with me and expect them not to be fussy as I made my way from supermarket, to pharmacy, to post office, to bank, to laundromat and beyond. Recipe for disaster as far as I was concerned.

So, instead, from day one, we have always just bundled (or sunscreened) up and gone outside, on foot. They sleep (through anything and everything). I push the stroller, get my exercise, and get most of my "stuff" done. Funnily enough, the only thing that seems to wake them up is being inside in too much quiet or out of the fresh air for too long!

As it turns out, it seems that my logic is pretty much the same logic for Scandinavian moms. Hedda from Oslo, Norway explained to me the other day that Norwegian babies nap outside even when they're home (properly bundled and with a baby monitor and regular checks of course) because first and foremost, it's good for everyone to get fresh air! Second, because outside naps seem to last longer and be more restful. (I have to second that point based on my experience.) And finally, because "Norwegian moms are home with the baby for a year, and we have to get around and do some shopping, errands, or meet up with other moms, etc., so the babies here are used to being "on the run". Naptime is actually a super time for a café date with other moms, or a nice long walk in the park, i.e., mom's workout for the day. Since maternity leave is so much longer here in Norway, we tend to adjust the baby's schedule to our own, rather than the other way around."

Following the Sorensen case there was even a letter to the editor of the New York Times that gave another good reason for this practice: "Elisabeth Kallick Dyssegaard (Op-Ed, May 17) describes the Scandinavian conviction that fresh, cold air is good for babies. There may be a scientific basis for this. Before vitamin D was discovered and used to fortify milk and other foods, babies born in the fall and unable to get adequate sunlight through the long, dark Northern European winter were at risk to develop and possibly die of rickets before spring. Keeping a baby outside, even in cold weather, maximized ultraviolet light exposure and vitamin D production. STEPHEN J. GORDON, M.D. San Diego, May 17, 1997."

Considering that, like Scandinavians, my babies and I happen to live north of the 42-degrees latitude and therefore probably do not get enough vitamin D from sun exposure from November through February anyway, I'm sort of doubly glad we spend so much of our time outside.

Now, of course, I am not suggesting that you should kick your kids out into the backyard or onto an urban sidewalk to sleep! I'm just saying that there are definitely myriad naptime options out there, and this is one of them that happens to work well for my New England family and a whole bunch of other people who live in dark, freezing cold regions of the world! So, have confidence, trust your intuition, be creative and you'll find the one that works for you!

In conclusion, and just in case any of you get the crazy idea that reporting me to DSS for child endangerment is the thing to do, let me reassure you of a few things: I do not, like the Scandinavians, ever leave my kids outside unattended. Never. Not even for a shot of tequila. When we're not "on the go", as Hedda describes it, I am sitting right next to them... all bundled up too.