the latest addition to our Christmas book collection:
charming and sweet and wintry with beautiful illustrations, though not necessarily Christmas-y. we loved it at first read.
In other, related news...
Last Friday our local bookstore hosted a special story time in the evening, featuring this book. I had not, prior to that time, taken my babes to any story time at the library or bookstore, so fearful have I been as to Piglet's desires to remove the library koi from their pond and whoop and holler and such. I thought perhaps it was time to try, so we ventured out. Mr. J cruised the bookstore with Nanuk while Piglet and I parked ourselves on tiny benches in the story corner, waiting for the story teller. Waiting, waiting. Piglet getting restless, but doing his best. Long story short, the Story Teller finally arrived twenty minutes late and opted to read 3 stories that Piglet has had memorized for a year before even starting into the featured book. He was bored. He scampered up and down the aisles gleefully periodically shouting "I know that book! I know that book!" Thirty minutes (hello! these are toddlers waiting!) after Story Time was to begin, the story-teller began The Mitten. I asked a clearly keyed up Piglet if he wanted to listen, at which point he flew up the aisle, grabbed the story teller from behind in a happy little head lock and shouted "I found you!" Which he also proclaimed to the 2 little girls who had lately arrived. He then leapt onto the reading platform, threw his arms up in the air and bellowed "Ladies and gentlemen" at which point a mortified Mr. J swooped in and tossed Piglet over his shoulder and hustled us all out of the store.
Last Friday our local bookstore hosted a special story time in the evening, featuring this book. I had not, prior to that time, taken my babes to any story time at the library or bookstore, so fearful have I been as to Piglet's desires to remove the library koi from their pond and whoop and holler and such. I thought perhaps it was time to try, so we ventured out. Mr. J cruised the bookstore with Nanuk while Piglet and I parked ourselves on tiny benches in the story corner, waiting for the story teller. Waiting, waiting. Piglet getting restless, but doing his best. Long story short, the Story Teller finally arrived twenty minutes late and opted to read 3 stories that Piglet has had memorized for a year before even starting into the featured book. He was bored. He scampered up and down the aisles gleefully periodically shouting "I know that book! I know that book!" Thirty minutes (hello! these are toddlers waiting!) after Story Time was to begin, the story-teller began The Mitten. I asked a clearly keyed up Piglet if he wanted to listen, at which point he flew up the aisle, grabbed the story teller from behind in a happy little head lock and shouted "I found you!" Which he also proclaimed to the 2 little girls who had lately arrived. He then leapt onto the reading platform, threw his arms up in the air and bellowed "Ladies and gentlemen" at which point a mortified Mr. J swooped in and tossed Piglet over his shoulder and hustled us all out of the store.
We went back the next morning for another try. Surprisingly, they let us in.
And surprisingly, Piglet sat happily and quietly through two and a half stories.
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Little boys. Aren't they the best? My mother (Elementary School Media Specialist a.k.a. Librarian Extraordinaire) has always given books to my children for birthdays and Christmas. This was one she gave them many years ago and it was a favorite of theirs, too.
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