How does sleep come?

Grandma, I don’t know how to sleep. ~ My Little Professor, two nights ago

Thus says the kiddo. And that statement intrigued me. Grandma had to pull him out of class the day before and take him to a doctor due to a stomach ache. Whatever medication the doctor gave him, he slept the rest of the day and that might well be the reason why that night he didn’t know how to sleep anymore. 

So when I checked my Shelf Awareness newsletter and found “How Does Sleep Come?” I thought I would enter the link that invites possible readers and buyers of the book to win a free ARC (Advance Reading Copy). I like what I saw although the fill-in-the-gaps form looks like the ARC is only for US residents.   Nevertheless it sounds opportune to my little guy’s sleeping predicament and I am happy to share with you some info of this lovely, new bedtime classic.

It is a picture book debut of Jeanne Blackmore, a granddaughter of Roger Duvoisin whose tradition of creating beautiful books for children is well-known among readers, reviewers, lovers of children’s books. Notice how Blackmore writes simply but poetically which makes How Does Sleep Come an ideal sleepy time tale:

“How does sleep come?” Jacob asked his Mama as he climbed into bed. Jacob’s Mama tucked the covers all around Jacob just so, and then she told him. “Sleep comes quietly. Like a snowfall that blankets a meadow on a dark starry night, and lays down a soft white canvas for rabbits to leave footprints.”

Jacob closed his eyes.
And the snow fell.
And the fog rolled in.
And the clouds drifted.
And the cat purred.
And quietly, silently, softly, peacefully, gently, Jacob fell asleep.

If you might be interested in the ARC go to this link. The book is coming in September 2012 from Sourcebooks Jabberwocky.

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Beautiful eight

On Wednesday, May 23rd CJ turned 8. Planning the celebration was ironically quicker in a distance than when I was personally fussing over every detail in previous birthdays. I woke up at half past six, Thailand time and waited for the clock to strike seven when it was eight in the Philippines to greet my little guy.

He was already out biking. My heart danced at how normal a young boy’s activity that can be. Grandma hollered, “CJ! your Mom’s on the phone!” Pause – then it was a trumpeting sound on the line. He let me in on it: “my Ben 10 sword, Mommy.” Oh, okay. I thought it was new year there already.

Quite a birthday. Quiet and controlled as I put together a few things that bind us –

A reading to commemorate CJ’s eighth year –

and eight things I am thankful for:

  1. reaching the eighth year in good health
  2. the opportunity to celebrate it
  3. big improvement on speech and motor skills
  4. having the means to provide for him
  5. feeling heaven’s warmth on my tea table,
  6. which was filled with charm specially for the day,
  7. and being able to document it
  8. hearing “I love you Mommy”

In the stillness of midday, I smiled in gratefulness to God for carrying me this far in my role as a mother.

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Holes on the wall

How often do you get to a cafe with part of its walls like this?

To be honest I had no idea what was this. But I love literature, and I am always thrilled to spot references to it in places I do not expect them to be at. A bit of skimming tells me this is from a novel called Holes by Louis Sachar.  It won the 1998 National Book Award for Young People’s Literature, and was adapted into a film in 2003.

What adds to my delight is finding that in 1999 Holes won the Newbery Medal for “most distinguished contribution to American literature for children.”

‘For Children.’ As moms aren’t we always on the lookout for media that we would consider sharing to our kids?

This post is linked with Happiness is… and Mommy Moments.