This was the preferred reading book for children at one time.

A book makes a stamp on the reader’s mind. 

A good book will remain in the reader's mind. 

A great book may make a change in the reader’s mind.  

An amazing book will remain in the reader’s mind for the rest of his life, changing the way he perceives the world.

As a proponent of quality young adult books, I firmly believe that even the earliest children’s books must reflect that same expectation.  Children must experience truly good books in order that they grow to appreciate truly amazing books. 

from Wikipedia

Beatrix Potter brought a shift in children’s books, which were virtually non-existent in the 19^th century (heck, for that matter, in any previous century).  She insisted that her books be "child-sized" for small hands to hold.  Ms. Potter knew her primary audience were children.  Say “Peter Rabbit” and most people know its source. 

What quality book from your youth affected you?  In what ways?  Can you suggest books (picture, chapter, poetry, etc.) that you hope would qualify as good/great/or amazing?

What a Baby Thinks

Have you ever noticed the expression newborn babies have?  Granted, the facial features are flattened, with the nose scrunched a bit, the eyes swollen, and the skin reddened.  No, that’s not what is meant.

New babies peer out at the world with a look of confusion and consternation.  Look at these pictures of my grandson over the weeks following his birth.

I may be asleep, but that doesn't mean I am happy...

This is the internal dialogue I would give the wee little man:  

Who are you?  And what do you want? 

                What the heck am I doing here?!!

Put me back!  Right this instant!  I insist!

                I was just fine where I was.

Who is in charge here?  I insist to speak to someone in charge.

                If I am to stay, give me something to eat.  Immediately!  And it must be fresh!

Don't touch that!  It is mine!  Oh...Oh..alright.  

While I take great liberty with the inner workings of a baby’s thoughts, I believe this would be pretty accurate.  

The door was wide open...

The door was wide open and that was the problem.  No one was paying attention and that was the second problem.

Amanda toddled to the door, seeing a bright sun and hearing spring song birds.  The brothers were playing a game with their backs to the door.  The birds, such pretty birds. 

She had learned how to go down the step, holding onto the rough stucco and putting one socked foot down.  Then the other.   The grass was green and warm.  Each step was on soft freshness, so lovely. 

Bright yellow dandelions lay in her path.  Two year olds don’t have far to bend over and Amanda plucked one.  She touched the golden petals, tasted them, and then dropped the flower. 

Minutes passed.  Amanda toddled across the grassy yard, pajama legs dragging the grass.  More yellow flowers.  More grass. 

The sidewalk was next and then the road with all the cars passing by the house.  Amanda reached the curb.  Just step down which she knew how to do.

What happens next?