Where the wild political parodies are

My ISP hates me and I can’t hardly browse anything at the moment. Luckily I have siblings with computers who also have kids whose cuteness is second only to mine own sprogs’ cuteness who can be blogged about.

Where the wild political art are
Image credit: originally uploaded by tigitogs

I uploaded this photo from my sister’s extensive collection of sprogshots, taken yesterday in the Enmore/Newtown area. Does anyone recognise the new head on the Wild Thing’s shoulders? If it is Teddy Roosevelt, why?

And speaking of favourite books for kids, what do your littlies like best at bedtime reading? Mine, alas, think they’re too old for bedtime stories now, at least for mum and dad reading them anyway. I used to love storytime.



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  1. I think it’s Joseph Stalin.
    Also, Mem Fox. Possum Magic.

  2. Go to your ATM, and if your balance is over $100, withdraw it. Have a look at the note.
    Sir WARNING: WIKI-SPOILER

  3. Mem Fox’s Where is the Green Sheep? with Judy Horacek illustrations. Anything with a good mouth feel is popular, and the plastic pages of bathtime fun in Mimi’s Bath are a winner most nights.
    Also, my baby cousin has taken to ‘reading’ Hairy McLary, and saying ‘grr’ at each page except the one with Scarface Claw (the toughest Tom in town, doncha know?) where he says “EEek”, which is what it says on the page. Like I said, very advanced for 10 months.

  4. Very cute, I should hasten to add—especially the “Look, Mummy, I’m just about to kick this Wild Thing in the nuts” pose.
    If they think they’re too old for bedtime reading, get them started on Kipling, who sounds great read aloud for any age. Robert Louis Stevenson’s pretty good too, but you have to figure out a way around the accents. Bloody Ben Gunn.
    Pieces of eight!

  5. I must be missing something – why would someone think John Monash was a “wild thing”?
    On the books – favourites when my babies were small were everything by Mem Fox (“Time for Bed” *sigh*), everything by Jane Hissey (Old Bear and all of his friends), and “Alexander’s Outing” by Pamela Allen (because we regularly walked the path taken by Alexander). Now they’re bigger it’s that Potter boy (gotta get ‘em read before the final instalment!). Lauren Child must be like comfort food – we ALL love Charlie and Lola! Don’t mind the animated adaptations either.

  6. My 13 year old still likes to be read to- HP 5 at the moment. I tried reading him “Stalky and Co” which was a favourite of mine FDG but the language was too dense and I had to do a clumsy edit as I went along. We all loved Hairy MClary too Kate. I’m sure you could hear our Scarface claw yowls 2 blocks away.

  7. I confess to writing this list elsewhere recently, but here it is anyway! A few of our favourites for read-aloud time. Now value-added with links galore.
    – Anything by Pamela Allen: The Pear in the Pear Tree, Mr McGee and the Perfect Nest, Where’s The Gold?, Black Dog, Herbert and Harry, Waddle Giggle Gargle
    – Dr Seuss of course. We have lots, but I think the Lad particularly like The Lorax, I Wish that I had Duck Feet, the Horton books, Green Eggs and Ham (great for riffing off when distraction/diversion is required), The Sneetches
    – All of Graeme Base: My Grandma Lived in Gooligulch (great rhymes, lots of Aussie animals), The Waterhole, Uno’s Garden, Animalia, Jungle Drums
    Maurice Sendak: Where the Wild Things Are, In the Night Kitchen
    Eric Carle: Very Hungry Caterpillar, Brown Bear Brown Bear What do you See?, Mister Seahorse
    – Lynley Dodd, especially the Hairy MacLary books but also Dragon in a Wagon, Find Me A Tiger
    A few others:
    Seadragon Sea
    If You Give A Moose A Muffin/If You Take A Mouse To School/If You Give a Pig a Pancake
    Where’s The Dragon?: terrific fun searching for all the hidden dragons
    Mooses Come Walking: silly and funny
    Dear Zoo: aimed at younger kids, but still fun here
    Big Red Barn: beautiful cadences in the language, without a traditional rhythm/rhyme format
    Switch On The Night: Ray Bradbury.
    It’s Lovely When You Smile
    Rainbow Fish and the Sea-Monster’s Cave (doesn’t suffer from the creepy of the first RF book; rather it’s a story about conquering fears of shadows)
    How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight (well, anything with dinosaurs goes down well here)
    Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel
    Is Your Mama a Llama?: the lad gets this out of the library every time we come across it.
    Are We There Yet?: follow a family’s journey around Australia, complete with maps.
    Harry and his Bucketful of Dinosaurs series: great for any kid who has wishes his bucket full of dinosaurs could come alive.
    The Selfish Crocodile: funny little fable of a cranky sore-toothed crocodile cured by a mouse.
    That’s Not My Dinosaur (also That’s Not My Tractor, etc): board books with touch panels. Toddler crack.
    Diary of a Wombat: if you’ve wondered what a wombat does all day, this is for you.
    Possum Magic, as others have mentioned
    Ringle Tingle Tiger: I thought this might be a bit too scary, but the lad adores it.
    Upsy Down Town: World-upside-down stories? Always hilarious.
    Dinosaurs Galore: nice rhymes, colourful.
    the Usborne See Inside series of flap books – lots and lots of flaps on each page. A current major favourite, either to read together or for him to look over the detailed pictures and find all the flaps. Romans, Castles, Science, Pirates, Dinosaurs, Under the Ground.

  8. “I must be missing something – why would someone think John Monash was a “wild thing”?”
    Because he makes our hearts sing?

  9. We like the new Judy Horacek “growl”, “The places you’ll go” and anything at all by Anthony Browne. Agree about Charlie a nd Lola, which is so much fun to read aloud.
    Fiasco when I was about ten my mother read all of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn in the evenings. She did all the voices, including a weird Jim one.

  10. Lauredhel – I’d almost forgotten Dear Zoo (“I wrote to the zoo …”)! That was a hit in our house, too, particularly with our own “too naughty” monkeys.
    And, yes, anything by Alison Lester is treasure. The kite flying page in Magic Beach always reminds me of childhood May holidays at the beach. I bought copies of “Are We There Yet” and sent one to my best friend who now lives in the UK, with a packet of tissues as well. Guaranteed to bring on a bout of homesickness in an expat.
    Funny … I remember now that it was this friend who used to come book shopping with me quite a lot, and that she often said that a box of tissues should be permanently fixed to any book stand containing Mem Fox books.
    Great memories 🙂

  11. Dr. Cam: thank you, I’m now whistling. Ratbag.
    Now then: All copies of The Lorax should be taken to the nearest Memory Hole and dropped in, to be forgotten about as quickly as possible. There’s nothing worse than that kind of sentimental, self-righteously patronising saccharine sweetness for young people: all the Once-ler needs is a patronymic and an inherited estate of Truffula Trees, and he’d be a perfect character in Nutrasweet Tolstoy. Same goes for that over-rated cash cow about hyper-entitled private school students—I don’t care how much of a femmobolsho role model Hermione Granger is, when I read the books I always wind up barracking for the Slytherins, they’re the only ones honest about their wizardly elitism.
    If they’re old enough for Hogwarts Cadre Training School for Junior Fascists they’re old enough for actually good books:
    Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy
    The Hobbit
    Ray Bradbury short stories (as mentioned)
    The Scarlet Pimpernel (and series)
    Isaac Asimov
    Those Earthsea books whose author temporarily escapes my drink-riddled memory
    Terry Pratchett (who I don’t like myself, but I hear kids do)
    Roald Dahl
    Next kid I see on the street wearing a Gryffindor scarf gets a copy of 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea chucked at them.
    </grumpy>

  12. Memory works now: Ursula K. Le Guin.
    And, now, back to nostalgising about the quality literatcher I used to read when I was a tacker.
    [cough] Tom Clancy [cough]

  13. I am ashamed to say Boychild is completely addicted to Goosebumps (and I feed his addiction by buying multiple copies from the second hand shop.)
    Also those books about poo and bums.
    [hangs head]
    Alison Lester and Anthony Brown are da best.
    Oh, Boychild is also addicted to the Unfortunate Events Lemony Snicket series – I haven’t read them myself but they look quite fun.

  14. Oh, and Girlchild read all the good stuff. Alison Lester, Anthony Browne, Katie Morag (title – can’t think of the author at the mo); Moomintrolls, the lot.
    Second child raised by wolves, of course, as always.
    I just thought of one very important book: The Happy Hocky Family, by Lane Smith. BUY IT if you have a child on the cusp of learnig to read. It’s very funny.

  15. I confess to nostalgic influences on our nearly 2 year olds reading habits – partly because all the best Sendak (wild things, night kitchen), Seuss (fox in socks, green eggs and ham), Pamela Allen (who sank the boat?), Jan Omerond (Sunshine, Moonlight), John Burningham (Avocado baby), Mem Fox (Possum Magic), AA Milne (When we were very young and Now we are six), Eric Carle (Very Hungry Catterpillar) were kept by my mum, and resurfaced when he came along. They get the most frequent reads and when we happen apon another one by the same author in the library he insists we take them home (Mr Magee and all the Hairy Mclarey ones). He recites to himself lines from Wild Things, In the Night Kitchen and tonight we had a rundown of In the Dark Dark House “once a time was a dark dark moore.”
    Lots of good new stuff too of course, but he is totally and utterly bored by “Commotion in the Ocean” which may mean it’s something to grow into or that it’s just rubbish.
    PS I loved Ursula LeGuinn’s the disposessed when I was about 12 and The earthsea series (except the 4th book which has a fairly unpleasant child sexual abuse plot and was written 20years later) was great at about 11 or 12. Had the lord of the rings read to us over a long period when we were about 8 or 10 (hobbit earlier and many times over again).

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