How can you not be charmed by a little girl whose first crush was on President Lincoln? The little girl’s a teenager now (whoa.) and is out of town for a couple of nights, so we didn’t bake our traditional cake. Her crush has long been downgraded, anyhow, to some kind of history lover’s fondness. But old number sixteen is still her favorite and we try to observe his birthday.
Remember when we lived in the desert and I was freezer paper stenciling everything five years ago? (just nod your head, I’m reminiscing here.) And when I asked my girl what image she’d like on a shirt, she had only one answer:
We should locate that shirt in the too-little bins (I’ve saved everything, you know.) and cut out Abe and sew him onto something else. I’m not sure that she’d want to wear a dead president on a shirt anymore but I can see him looking just right on a throw pillow perhaps.
Because she’s not here and I can’t ask her permission, I won’t take a picture of the small Lincoln statue on her desk. But I will show you some (we have others but I was too lazy to search) of our related books. I wouldn’t bet for sure on this, but we might have more Abraham Lincoln books for children in our house than in our local library (ditto Ancient Egypt and various other subjects). I pulled this handful off the shelf to have on the table today for mister six to look through and read.
Presidential birthdays aside, I like the gather and strew approach to presenting other topics, too. We have a lot of books. It’s amazing how many can get lost or forgotten unless I gather up small groups and put them in noticeable places, like the dining room table. You know that whole No Reading At The Table traditional rule? Yeah, we don’t do that here. When Ms. Thirteen has her nose in a novel (per usual), I ask her to put it down, but I often read aloud during meals, little bits or small factoids, interesting things, so we can all talk about it together.
And that’s it. I have a longer book post to write but it will have to wait. I’m less than forty-eight hours away from my baby’s open heart surgery and it is, understandably, affecting me.
(photo quality caveat: the 1st two are from the point and shoot I used from 2003-2007. at the time, i thought it produced a decent capture. ha!)