Looking for a perfect book that celebrates spring and Earth Day and Arbor Day and all the things?
Yeah yeah, Because of an Acorn by Lola M. Schaefer is totally that book. With sparse language and lovely illustrations, this book explores how important each part of an ecosystem is, starting with the acorn from which a tree can grow. Because of the tree a bird can nest and spread seeds and the seeds become flowers. In turn, the flowers become fruit that entice chipmunks to feed a snake. The snakes become prey to a hawk which guards the tree until another acorn falls and a new tree is born. Eventually there is a forest.
The back of this book also has more detailed explanations of white oak trees, acorns, ecosystems and food chains, and even what kids can do to help support the environment. My crush is vast.
Maybe it’s the Irish in me. St. Patrick’s Day always gets me excited. I love the idea of Leprechauns and pots of gold and the rainbows that spring brings. So when I’m preparing for the day, I do my best to find fun things for us to do as a family.
Need some ideas?
I got you. Yeah yeah.
Okay, so the title of this post is completely misleading. I do not, in fact, love mice. If you said to me, “KT, what are you afraid of?” I would say, “Rodents with long tails. Mice. Rats. Possums.”
I would rather run into a lion than a possum. At least a lion is honest about his intentions. Possums are sneaky little buggers. So are mice. If you ever want to hear me scream my head off, bring a mouse with you.
But. There is something so completely freaking adorable about illustrated mice. Isn’t there? How do illustrators make them look so cute and harmless? I think the more honest depiction is in that terrible film, Strange Magic, when the girl is all shrunk down and sees the mouse and tries to pet it and it tries to bite her.
Yeah. So we’ll stick with gorgeous drawings of mice. You get me?
O. M. G. If you have not read this awesome book with your littles yet, get on it.
Here’s the truth. The reason I love the Christmas season so much is the same reason I love Halloween. And Tolkien. And it has nothing to do with my kids–they are just an excuse to let loose. I will use my grandkids when this excuse runs out. Because Santa says it best in Rise of the Guardians–my center is wonder.
Sure, I’m a mama, I know how the presents really get here on Christmas Day, and I know what it takes to get them here. But.
I still believe in Santa Claus. I still believe in all things fey. I wish I could explain it to you in a grown-up manner you would understand, but I cannot. I believe that magic can happen–that it does, in fact, happen all the time, and if you are very careful, you can catch it in action. I believe in these things Way More than my kids do, and I’m okay with that. They’re old enough now to think it’s adorable, and I can live with that, too.
Magic is how Love Wins, because what is more magical than love?
So when you give me a book that relates Santa’s history and how each of his early jobs prepared him for the Big One? I’m in. I’m all in. And I’m not the least bit embarrassed to admit it.