How I Celebrated National Poetry Month

I celebrated National Poetry Month by hanging with the best.  I signed-up to volunteer with WordPlay in Cincinnati.

Watch my interview with co-founder Libby Hunter.

I met a very cool young poet who was also volunteering.

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Asylum Grape Soda.

A freshman at the University of Cincinnati, Asylum Grape Soda, is a performer, poet, and WordPlay volunteer. He won the Louder Than A Bomb youth poetry contest last year. Impressive, right?

The reporter/blogger in me couldn’t help myself at meeting this interesting youth. As we sat in the school office waiting to write with some adorable first graders, I grabbed a pen and paper and did a quick interview.

Here it is:

Why do you love poetry?

I love it because I get a platform to talk about what I want. I’m about being positive. But my poems can also shine light on things like mental illness in youth.

We live in a world that more often than not can be heavily influenced by hate and this is my way of helping it to end. I’m saving the world with poetry.

You mentioned that you focus on the positive. Can you tell me about that?

As far as positivity I believe it’s the only way of life that makes sense. Why not want to be happy?

Tell me about your work at WordPlay.

I like working with kids because you can be as creative as you want. I mostly work with the 13 to 20 year-olds at WordPlay. It’s easy to work with kids my age. I think the older you get, the harder it is to change. As a teen, you’re still absorbing information. I know when I was in high school and a guy in a suit showed up and talked to us. I wasn’t listening. I think these kids listen to me because I can relate.

Can you tell me about renaming yourself?

My name Asylum came from a rap verse I wrote when I said I call myself Asylum because I belong in one, but after my first open mic, I was told by a lady named Suzanne that I was Asylum, the safe place.

Asylum, myself and the other WordPlay volunteers helped Chase Elementary students write lines using inspiration from Sara Holbrook’s work, If I Were a Poem.  The poems will be hung on trees in Northside’s Hoffner Park in celebration of National Poetry Month. 

Read a Cincinnati.com article about Asylum.

Watch him perform.

You can see him perform this weekend at Present Tense Imperfect.

Find out how to volunteer at WordPlay. (I promise, you’ll be glad you did.)

Thanks, Asylum!

And in other poetry news…

That same day I attended an event celebrating my friend Pauletta Hansel’s designation as Cincinnati’s first Poet Laureate. It was held at the beautiful Mercantile Library.

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Myself and Pauletta Hansel. Check out her cool boots. She’s rocking the Poet Laureate look!

The author of many beautiful books of poetry, she has a new book out, Tangle. I recommend that you treat yourself with a copy.

It was a pretty amazing day.

We could run the city

My friend Melissa says my book club could run the city.

Among us we can count a marketing expert, a photographer, an Emmy- winning video producer, a corporate attorney turned social worker, and a writer.

These are just our day jobs.

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My book club enjoying a cultural event. Because we’re cool like that.

For ten years, we’ve been a consistent thread in each other’s lives. For me personally, this at times has been life saving.

We’ve intentionally kept our numbers small. It just works. We’ve read more than 76 books, attended several plays, a few movies, had one overnight, and eaten countless meals together.

We’ve shared job changes, the birth of babies, big birthdays, a retirement, and kids inching their way toward adulthood way too fast.

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We met Ann Patchett! It was book club heaven.

When I say life saving, I’m not kidding. My strongest memory of these women is the day we went to the movie “The Descendants.” It was also our book choice. Afterwards, sitting in a coffee shop, the emotional movie probably got to me because I was facing my own life challenge. It was early days in my son Calvin’s chemo treatment. I remember looking at my four friends and sobbing, “I don’t know how I’m going to do this.” My friend Mary grabbed my hand and said, “We’ll do it with you.”

And they did.

Heart-jerking memories aside, I asked this smart, talented, amazing group of women (Am I bragging? Yes, I am!) to share their favorite kids’ books:

Claudia: My favorite books were anything Nancy Drew. She did stuff and solved crimes!

Carolyn Keene’s first book about Drew, “The Secret of the Old Clock” was written in 1930. The girl detective is still going strong today.

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Remember these yellow books?

Mary: I loved Amelia Bedelia. She took things too literally – it was really funny. When she held a wedding shower, she took a hose out and sprayed the people.

A new series has been created based on the originals by Peggy Parish and illustrator Fritz Seibel. The official website celebrates Amelia Bedelia books old and new.

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Amelia Bedelia follows directions.

 

Alison: The Henry and Mudge books have really stayed with me. They are about a sweet boy and his slobbery dog. So few books about boys are about things other than cars and machines. This is about relationships.

Henry and Mudge are Max and Calvin approved! Cynthia Rylant’s books are a treat.

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Kathy: I’ve saved all the Sandra Boyton books. They have something for kids and adults.

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Max and Calvin love this book.

Max and Calvin and I always enjoying pulling out Boyton’s joyful books. See them read them in a previous blog post.

Thank you, friends!

 

We all want dessert

The Godmother of this blog left earth unexpectedly a couple of weeks ago.

I started this blog on a writer’s retreat that my dear friend Leslie Cannon organized a few times a year. During this grand tradition, I got a lot of encouragement and tips from my fellow writers on blogging. Leslie took the time to edit some of my posts and always had an encouraging or funny comment here or on Facebook. She did the same and more for me in person, the definition of a true friend.

She also made me laugh. Check out this photo:

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This photo is Pure Leslie. She added herself to Ellen’s Oscar selfie. (Courtesy of Meg Cannon.)

With an aching heart, I thought to myself, how do you write about one of the most witty, terrific writers, you have ever met?

I chose to ask Leslie Cannon’s fellow writers and friends Ursula Roma and Jan Toraason to share what they read at the celebration of her life. I think what they wrote is perfection.

Leslie, Leslie, Leslie

by Ursula Roma

Leslie Cannon was many things to me. She was a friend, a fellow writer, a surrogate mother, and a close confidante. After my mom died, and after some break-ups, she was one of the safest people to talk to about these relationships. She didn’t try to fix things, but gave me kind, caring, loving attention. She listened. And though Leslie LOVED attention, she was very good at being present, and giving attention when other people needed it.

We all want dessert

Occasionally for our Tuesday writing group, Leslie would neglect to bring writing, and I ALWAYS thought it was a bit unfair. Not because the rest of us didn’t occasionally do the same, there were certainly times when one of us might not have brought writing or been inspired to write. But it felt unfair, because it FELT like NOT GETTING DESSERT, the highlight of the meal. It left me with a sense of deprivation, because her writing was so good, and so rich, and funny, that it left me WANTING when it wasn’t there. And so, that feeling of wanting – well, I think she’s kind of left me with that. She’s left ALL of us with that. We ALL want more. We all want more because that feeling of laughter, that bursting out with laughter is such a healing experience. I think that’s what we’re all going to miss. She could make us feel so good.

It was worth doing

Leslie might sometimes say, “Let’s bring the conversation back to me” – and often times, we did. Not just because she PLAYFULLY INSISTED we do so, but because it was WORTH DOING. Because the laughs you could get from Leslie were pretty much irreplaceable – so it was worth giving her that extra attention. It always paid off.

I know that Leslie would love to be here right now – and I think she probably is! She wouldn’t want to miss it! So what better way to commemorate her – to keep this conversation going -with strangers, with people she knew, with mutual friends and family, than to have a T-SHIRT to encourage us to share her stories!

(At this point, Ursula opened her shirt to show her Leslie, Leslie, Leslie T-shirt.)

Ursula and Jan.

Ursula and Jan.

I think we should ALL consider wearing these shirts – and wear them out into the world to engage others in conversation ABOUT LESLIE –and to keep these stories going BACK to Leslie – as long as we can. Because we certainly aren’t going to match her WIT anytime soon. So these funny stories, these kind and crazy stories – will have to comfort us and keep her memory alive. And I think, she might just like that.

A Prayer for Leslie

By  Jan Toraason

Our Dear Leslie – friend, sister, and mother – now knows the answer to the great What’s Next. We had a conversation about it last year as a party wound down and we sat together sipping and snacking.

Leslie wanted to talk about religion. What did I believe, she asked. I gave her my usual hazy answer, and she said she thought the same: that there is something connecting all that is to the original energy. We are pieces of stars. There is something greater than ourselves, a divine mystery that set the universe to life and lives in us all.

She brought light to our lives

One thing I don’t think Leslie could know before this week was the tremendous love that all of her family and friends – everyone who was touched by her humor, her generosity, and her wisdom – what we all felt for her. I’ve never seen such an outpouring on Facebook. Our shock and grief at the sudden loss. Our appreciation for the light she brought to our lives.

We all have little movies in our head starring Leslie Cannon: images of the way she laughs, the way she enjoys life, her smarts, her self-deprecating ways, her romanticism, her quick mind, and original sense of humor.

Me and Ursula. This shirt makes me so happy.

Me and Ursula. This shirt makes me happy.

Her greatest accomplishment

I sensed in this last year or so that Leslie had come to a peaceful and gentle place in her life. She seemed sweeter and kinder and more giving than ever. She seemed to open up and breath in the pleasure of being with her family, her son-in-law, and especially her daughters and granddaughters. So many times she told us stories of their brilliance, beauty, and charm. She laughed at the startling and wonderful things they said, the faces they made. Her children seemed to be her proudest accomplishment. I know they will miss her terribly.

We all know that just as life begins, so it must end. But somehow still, the ending comes as a shock, especially when it comes unexpectedly. Of all the ways to die, though, in your sleep may be the best way, as many have said. And that’s especially true for Leslie, who always loved a good nap. That’s how I like to think of her now, in a lovely deep sleep.

We will miss Leslie’s voice, certainly, and her writing. We will remember her humor, her inventive way with words, and her fearless naming of the ridiculous. I think she may be laughing with us tonight as she transitions, just a few steps ahead of us, into the open door of a new beginning. She has entered again the river of time, of pure energy, of the stars. Yet to us, Leslie was always a star.

Yes, she was a star that we relished.

And still, she is here in us, in all our stories, and in our aching hearts even as we set her spirit free.

So we thank you, Leslie, and can just assume you are smiling at us now to say you’re welcome. You will always be with us, and we thank you for bringing your everlasting radiance to our lives.

The day I helped at the book fair

“Calvin’s mom!” “Calvin’s mom!”

My true name was revealed to me when I volunteered at the Scholastic Book Fair at my kids’ school.

“Do you like to read to kids?” asked Herr Hayes, the school librarian. (Remember,it’s a German school.)

He told me to pick out a couple of books before Calvin’s kindergarten class came in. I would read to them and then help them pick out books.

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Kindergartners are squiggly. Calvin and Max with their friend Shalin. (Shalin is in Calvin’s class.)

Reading out loud to my own kids is one thing, but reading to Calvin’s class made me a little nervous.

Luckily, they were an easy audience. Or should I say, a squiggly audience. After they got the “Calvin’s mom!” out of their systems, most of them sat still and listened. (Calvin beamed at me from the front row.) There were a few in the back that couldn’t sit still but most seemed to enjoy my attempt at rousing renditions of Please Mr. Panda by Steve Antony, The Three Little Aliens and the Big Bad Robot by Margaret McNamara and Mark Fearing, and The Adventures of Beekle: The Unimaginary Friend by Dan Santat.

I made the rookie mistake of letting them get up when I was done but Herr Hayes rushed over and made them sit back down and listen to instructions. I guess 22 kindergartners on the loose isn’t always a good idea.

Here’s what I learned that day: my kids are pretty normal. They aren’t the only ones who squiggle, don’t listen, and tell on each other.

One girl told me a long saga about how her friend said her necklace wasn’t as pretty as hers.

Let’s pick some books, I suggested.

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This book allowed me to impress little kids with my alien sounds. It was a big day!

Once they left, I was a seasoned pro and read to the first graders. I noticed they were quieter and asked more questions. I did hear a bunch of them laughing about a book that had poop in it.

More proof that my kids are normal!

And the next time I visited Calvin’s class, a bunch of the little squigglers ran over and hugged me.

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Steve Antony also wrote one of our favorites, The Queen’s Hat, featured on this very blog. He also has a new book coming out, The Queen’s Handbag.

Beekle is another family favorite and Caldecott winner! Listen to this NPR piece about it.

The Three Little Aliens and the Big Bad Robot was a great new find and illustrator/writer Mark Fearing illustrated one of out most-loved books, How Martha Saved Her Parents from Green Beans.

He used red; the art of Horace Pippin

Sometimes I’m wrong.

Last fall, I had the good fortune to visit the Barnes Foundation in Philadelphia. Standing in front of a Horace Pippin painting, I said to a new acquaintance, “He’s from Cincinnati!”

But he’s not.

The artist, born in 1888 in West Chester, Pennsylvania, is known for his depictions of the African-American experience.

Maybe I got mixed up because I had seen his work in the Cincinnati Art Museum. Who knows, but what set me straight was Jen Bryant’s book “A Splash of Red, The Life and Art of Horace Pippin.”

Pippin's painting, Christmas Morning Breakfast. You can see this 1945 work at the Cincinnati Art Museum. Don't worry, I checked!

Horace Pippin’s painting, Christmas Morning Breakfast. You can see this 1945 work at the Cincinnati Art Museum. Don’t worry, I checked!

The title caught my eye on the discount table of a local bookstore. Worth every penny and more, Melissa’s Sweet’s illustrations heighten the great story. Her work is delightful.

Max and Calvin took to the story right away.

Meanwhile, I said to myself, “Huh. I thought he was from Cincinnati!”

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Pictures just came to Horace’s mind.

The book chronicles Horace’s life up until his artistic success. As a child living in poverty, he draws constantly. A lack of money means no supplies but he uses scraps of paper and charcoal. But the enterprising Horace enters an art contest and wins his first box of colored pencils, brushes, and paints.

“That’s my favorite part,” said Max. “When he wins the paint.”

Adulthood comes with responsibility and World War I. Horace is hurt and his right arm  damaged. He stops creating art but misses it. One day thinking of “his grandmother’s slave days, and the Bible stories she’d told made pictures in his mind, he longed to draw them. But how?”

He picks up a poker and uses it and his left hand to guide his right. As he grew stronger, he painted, often using muted colors with “a splash of red.”

“Let’s read the book about the guy who holds his hand to draw, “ Max will say.

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Horace overcame his injury and continued to paint.

Horace found success and created many works that hang today in museums around the country. It’s an inspiring story of how he overcame many obstacles – racism, injury, poverty –  to become a respected artist.

My husband (who had the same misconception about Horace’s origins) and I visited the Cincinnati Art Museum recently with our boys. I’ve looked forward to showing them one of his paintings and having some type of deep moment. We ran out of time and didn’t find it.

But we will go back and I’ll be sure to point out the splash of red.

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The author and illustrator researched this book together; unusual in the book process. In the back of the book, they share their journey, including a visit to Pippin’s grave. Where they saw a red cardinal in the gray winter landscape.

Here’s a great reading and craft guide to use with the book.

Join us for tea

Tiny cups and saucers are a passage of childhood.

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Two hamsters and a squirrel play Downton Abbey.

When my twins were two or three, we held a tea party with Woody, my old Skipper doll, and some stuffed animals in attendance.

Last year, we used one of my childhood tea sets and invited a stuffed squirrel and hamster to attend.

Akiko Miyakoshi’s book The Tea Party in the Woods takes animals and tea to a new level.

Her black and white drawings with touches of color depict Kikko taking a pie to her grandmother. She thinks she’s following her father through the woods but finds it’s really a bear on his way to a tea party.

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Kikko realizes she’s at a tea party. The lamb in the coat gives it away.

It’s charming. Both Max and Calvin were thrilled to read about a Kikko – we have a friend named Kikko, from Japan, like the author.

“Her name is Kikko!”

Kikko isn’t quite sure what to think when she sees a table of animals having a lovely tea.

Neither is Max.

“I would be afraid that that guy would head butt me,” he said of the buck.

I wonder if this is my constant warning to be careful of the bucks that wander through our yard? Keep in mind, my husband calls me “Safety Mace.”

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The animals escort Kikko safely through the woods. 

Kikko and Max realize the animals are nice. In fact, they are so kind they replace the pie that she has accidently squashed with an assortment of their own pies.

Calvin, my food lover with a sweet tooth, loves this part.

“They love all that pie!” Max agrees.

With help from her new friends, Kikko makes her way to grandma’s, pie in hand.

And her family must believe in safety too, because Miyakoshi’s characters – animals, dad, and grandma- all express concern that she was in the forest alone.

But she wasn’t, was she?

It’s a blog birthday!

In the last year, you’ve read about worms, Star Wars, underwear, glasses, pets, stuffed animals, lost friends, books, and my little muses, Max and Calvin.

We’re gonna party like it’s a birthday!
I Love Kids Books is one year old!  I’m a little amazed I’ve kept up with a writing project for a year. I’ve been working on my writing since I was 23 and joined Women Writing for (a) Changeyou do the math – but several projects have been left unfinished and that was back when I had loads of time.

Thanks for keeping me going! I’m happy that 33-blog posts later; I have a permanent record for my kids and an ongoing writing project for myself. I appreciate all of the encouragement and feedback.

Here are some personal highlights from the year:

Most sentimental blog post

Ode to my friend Mr. Frank, who we lost in 2014

Words of wisdom from Mr. Frank, "The two pillars of civilization: sunglasses and pick-up trucks."

Words of wisdom from Mr. Frank, “The two pillars of civilization: sunglasses and pick-up trucks.”

The post that got lost
My friend Mary and I thought the post Things have been gross but we’re still reading was funny but it didn’t get much action. Give it a chance? 

Facebook love
I’m not the only one who is sentimental. Unlocking memories with The Secret Garden and Stuffed animals are a kid’s best friend got a lot of comments.

A mansion, a frat house, a new library had a lot of likes.

Calvin and Max at the new library.

Calvin and Max at the new library.

Favorite guest writer
I can’t pick favorites, so let’s get statistical.  I got to interview Jennifer K. Mann! had the most views. But writer Brandon Snider got a lot of Facebook love.

Most risky to share
Sending my kids into the world

And just because
I not only share about my own kids, my nieces and nephews are pretty funny. Please try
Kissing cousins and being weird is cool.

Margot and Calvin love each other. They also love Two Speckled Eggs.

Margot and Calvin love each other. They also love Two Speckled Eggs.

Thanks again and lots of love!

It feels like a 1977 Star Wars Christmas

It feels like 1977 again at my house. The Star Wars craze has hit. This time it’s my son Max instead of my brother that’s under the spell.

I was eight when Star Wars came out. I remember the long ride to the movie theatre – a whopping 15 minutes – it felt like forever.

I loved it but admittedly, my obsession didn’t rise to the level of my friend Andrea’s. Her entire room was decked out in Star Wars gear; bedspread, curtains, posters, you name it. She was Princess Leia for Halloween.

Six-year-old Max listens to these details in awe.

He’s obsessed. He discovered the galaxy far far away in a sticker book and hasn’t looked back since. Abandoning Batman, Spiderman, and the Hulk, he now chats about Darth Vader, R2D2, and Anakin Skywalker.

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My little Darth Vader.

We spent our summer reading Star Wars books, buying Star Wars Legos, workbooks, and sticker books. I resurrected my four Stars Wars figures from childhood and it felt like I had passed on the family crown jewels.

My brother Paul had tons of figures that lived in a Darth Vader case. He also had the Millennium Falcon. Now Calista Flockhart may not what that means, but my Max sure does. Sometimes he likes to talk to his Uncle Paul on the phone about Star Wars.

It’s kind of my special thing with Max. I may not know all the “newer” movies but I know enough to impress a six-year-old. My imitation of Chewie makes him laugh. He can’t believe that I remember so many lines from the first two movies.

His favorite is when I imitate Leia telling Han Solo before he’s frozen; “I love you!” and Han replies, “I know.”

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The ultimate Princess Leia, my friend Andrea in the 70s.

We’ve made Star Wars paper dolls. We’ve written what he calls a Star Wars blog. He told his babysitter, “I know when I get a light saber,  my mama will play with me. She loves it too.”

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Art by Max.

The coveted light saber came with his Darth Vader Halloween costume. When it arrived, he ran around “training.”

I found 1970s Princess Leia and 2015 Luke in a compromising position last night. I asked Max about it.

“They were kissing,” he grinned.

“They’re BROTHER and SISTER,” I said.

“Well, it already happened at nap time, “ he said.

I laughed about this all day.

Let’s get to the books.

I’ve mentioned Star Wars Epic Yarns a few times on this blog. They are great for new readers and little kids. The felt figures are charming for any Star Wars fan.

Max spent our summer road trips working on yes..Star Wars Workbooks. Learning and Star Wars do go together.

He was also obsessed with the many Star Wars sticker books and Lego books available. A favorite is the LEGO Star Wars Character Encyclopedia.

Shh…there will be a Chewbacca costume under our Christmas tree.

Sprechen Sie auch Deutsch? My kids do

When Calvin was three he asked his preschool teacher to help him “wipe his keister.”

“I thought, ‘Are you an 80-year-old man?’” she laughed when shared this with me and husband.

Calvin learned keister at home because his dad says it. It’s part of our family slang.

Recently we’ve added “nicht gut” to the family dialogue. Nicht gut means not good in German. This time, the kids brought new words to the parents. They make a thumbs-down motion when they say it.

Max and Calvin are learning German at school. As kindergartners at Cincinnati Public School’s Fairview German Language School, they will take German for six years. Teachers and the principal go by Herr and Frau.

Max's work from Herr Heinz's class.

Max’s work from Herr Heinze’s class.

It’s quite adorable. Especially to me, who’s lasting skill after four years of high school and one year of college French is the ability to order an Orangina or ask for the bathroom, “où est la salle de bains?”

Which I just read is not the right way to ask for the facilities, so I was wrong. S’excuser.

While we live in a city with a strong German heritage, neither Eddie nor I are Deutschländers. Irish, Welsh, Scottish, English, and Italian make up our genetic backgrounds. We look like the British Isle side. Maybe that’s why when I suggested the family names of Giovanni or Raphael when I was pregnant, he didn’t go for it.

My great grandfather Giovanni DiGioia.

My great grandfather Giovanni DiGioia.

Besides teaching introducing us nicht gut, Calvin and Max can count to one hundred in German.

They sing songs. Sometimes I hear them singing themselves to sleep. Instead of the usual pop or kid songs, their sweet voices sing melodies I don’t understand. Max sung happy birthday to his cousin Margot in his new tongue.

They also taught their cousins the word for butt in German – po po. My nephew Luke now uses it liberally.

And of course, they argue about their German. Like an old married couple, Max and Calvin correct each other’s pronunciations and accents.

It’s been a fun experience but one I envision being used against us at some point when they have entire conversations that we don’t understand.

I better watch my keister.

Calvin reading a German book.

Calvin reading a German book.

Books

I discovered an entire language section for kids at the local library. Korean, French, German….there are lots of language books at our branch. (Clifton for Cincinnati folk.)

Milet Publishing has a wide selection of toddler first bilingual books. Children’s books include bilingual Elmer books, young adult fiction, children’s stories and dictionaries in many languages.

My boys really loved showing me what they know in My First Book of German Words by Katy R. Kudela.

The wheels on the bus keep going

My family says, “There’s a bus!” a lot.

We’ve been saying this for four years. At two, Calvin discovered his one true love was a school bus.

He hasn’t stopped loving buses since – he’s now six. As we drive or walk around town, pointing out buses has become a family obligation.

He has branched out to city buses, Mega Buses, and the very-cool London double decker buses.

A school bus and his friend T-Rex.

A school bus and his friend T-Rex.

Bus birthday cakes, bus shirts, bus Halloween costumes, bus stickers, and yes, BUS BOOKS are just part of the daily experience at the Mace/Rush household.

Thanks to the kindness of friends, both Calvin and Max have had some real bus experiences.

When Calvin finished chemotherapy at age four (believe me, toy buses helped those long hospital stays), a friend arranged for our family to ride a school bus. A few months later, another friend was able to take the boys on a behind-the-scenes tour of the Cincinnati Metro bus garage. Both rated as the coolest days ever.

Calvin on a school bus.

Calvin on a school bus.

Calvin and Max at the Metro bus garage.

Calvin and Max at the Metro bus garage.

Bus Books

Calvin’s first bus book literally stopped his birthday party. He ignored everything and everyone to read School Bus by Donald Crews. He loves this book and now has two copies and still wants to check it out of the library. I guess you can’t have too many copies? Crews’ graphics are engaging and I recommend his other books.

Stop the party. I got a bus book!

Stop the party. I got a bus book!

A recent find is The Bus Ride written and illustrated by Marianne DuBuc. Both boys love this beautiful book. DuBuc uses the story of Little Red Riding Hood in a new way and includes a bus ride.

There’s the simple but sweet Bryon Barton book My Bus and Carol Roth’s funny The Little School Bus, illustrated by Pamela Paparone.

Night Light by Nicholas Blechman is also a graphically pleasing book and a great one for kids learning to count.

I’ve spent a lot of time looking for bus books. I’ve learned that books about school, cities, London, and transportation usually sport a bus.

Calvin’s buses

We also photographed the majority of his toy buses and made our own bus book. We used Shutterfly to create this. (I can send you the link if you would like.)

If you RIDE a bus, let us know.

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We love Marianne DuBuc’s book Animal Masquerade.

Donald Crews’ Freight Train was a big hit when the boys were younger.

At Christmas, Cincinnati Metro brings out Holly Jolly Trolley that give free rides around town. We caught one in front of the Westin. (I can’t find the schedule or I would link to it.)