One hobby I don’t do enough of is reading, at least reading anything that isn’t on a screen. Getting through Buzzfeed and Cracked articles is not exactly in the same league as reading Tolstoy or Steinbeck.
Yet I still read a lot of book, that is not a typo or bad grammar I just seem to be reading the same thing over and over again. The reason for this is The Feliciraptor, and as anyone with a child will tell you repetition is an integral part of having a toddler.
Life with a two year old seems to be full of the refrain “again”.
We really want to encourage her to appreciate books so she has plenty of them and a bedtime routine that allows for a story. To make sure she reads plenty we have bought collections of tales for her to choose.
We have the entire box sets of Mr Men and Little Miss, and a compendium of fairy tales. Numerous books with dinosaurs and a whole range of scatalogical themed rhymes, not forgetting the essential Dr Seuss. She has plenty to choose from.
Which is why it is frustrating to be rereading The Gingerbread Man for another night. The only positive point, and spoilers here, are his inevitable doom at the hands of the fox (I wonder if this is the same fox who ‘assisted’ Chicken Licken, Loosey Goosey and co?). It’s a book full of repetition and to read it again and again, you can’t catch me I’m the gingerbread man, is annoying.
It seems to have been the way ever since The Feliciraptor developed an opinion. To begin with I would be able to select whichever book I fancied. In this way I was able to read the 50 or so Mr Men series. I would have to fight a wriggle monster but I would still be able to change up the story every night.
Not now, now the chosen tale is selected by a toddler. I have come to learn that toddlers are amazing, but they are not great with change. Once they have found something they love (In the Night Garden, Leggings, Chocolate) it is going to be their ‘go to’.
So as soon as a book hits the infant emotional centre (like Les Miserables would if you were an adult) it is put on the limited rotation of approved texts. This is where The Gingderbread Man currently sits. It is the latest in a long line of Ten Little Fingers (Review: okay), The Dinosaur that Pooped a Planet (Awesome), and The Sailor Dog (Kill me if I have to read it again).
What all these books, and any I read with my daughter, do is more important than the story. It is the time I get to share with her that I cherish. It is important to Me and Mrs G that our children share our love of reading, and I am happy that I can be part of this.
After she has been read to she is allowed to sit on the floor to ‘read’ the book by herself. She can’t read but she is learning to stories, we can tell by the way she will repeat back the cadence of the rhymes. If she doesn’t know the story she can look at the pictures and make it up.
This is why I read them to her time after time, it’s to help her learn. I love it when she looks at me and says “again”.