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Thanksgiving Book Roundup

thanksgivingroundupsmall Thanksgiving is nearly here, and we all have so many reasons to be thankful.  For one, there are really great books for our children.  Another? There are really great books about Thanksgiving for us to sit and read with our children as the tryptophan coma wears off.  We’re featuring some books ranging from factual to fun for families to enjoy during this warm and cozy holiday season.





The Thanksgiving Story

by Alice Dalgliesh

thethanksgivingstoryThe Thanksgiving Story is a Caldecott Award-winning text that’s full of accurate and kid-appropriate information about the first Thanksgiving.  Dalgliesh shares the story of a pilgrim family’s difficult first year at the Plymouth Colony.  While many children will know the basics of the Thanksgiving story, Dalgliesh stirs up curiosities and gives additional details to satisfy them by sharing the experience from the children’s point of view.   The illustrations by Helen Sewell are warm, simple, and evoke primitive folk art, but they have a modern quality that appeals to modern youngsters (and their parents).  We see the seasons change as the Hopkins family endures a difficult year, and we learn how Chief Massasoit and the Wampanoag people were integral to the survival of the colonists.  This all ends, of course, in the first Thanksgiving feast.  Children will enjoy the really interesting details in the story and illustrations, and the children’s perspective really makes it all the more attainable to young readers.


giveandtakeGive and Take

by Chris Raschka

While not explicitly about Thanksgiving, Chris Raschka’s newest book, Give and Take, is the perfect setup for having a conversation about the holiday and what it means.  This harvest-time fable about a farmer and two little elves, named Give and Take, will teach children the benefit of sharing and finding the middle ground… and appreciating the results.   As always, award-winning author Raschka’s illustrations are bold and animated, but at the same time, they’re comfortable.  Give and Take are impish looking, and they both live up to their names.  The farmer is easily persuaded by each.  He gives away his entire crop at Give’s urging.  Then he takes a kind pumpkin farmer’s crop at Take’s urging, even though he doesn’t even care for pumpkin.  He sees how both extremes impact the farm and all creatures it supports, including himself.  That is, until he sees Give and Take fighting one another and has an idea for how to balance giving and taking in the form of working together and sharing.  All enjoy a tasty, tasty treat as the grand payoff, much like family and friends all enjoy a communal Thanksgiving feast!


thankyousarahThank You, Sarah:  The Woman Who Saved Thanksgiving

by Laurie Halse Anderson

Did you know that it was very likely that the celebration of Thanksgiving would have died out completely in the 1800s?  Imagine the sadness of no pumpkin pie, turkey, a couple days off work watching football or shopping for holiday gifts?  Well, you don’t have to, and it’s all because of one fiercely determined woman named Sarah Hale.  Thank You, Sarah tells this little-known and interesting story.  It took Hale nearly 40 years leading a movement and writing many letters to Congress and other politicials, but she was determined not to let the Thanksgiving holiday die out.  In 1863, President Lincoln declared Thanksgiving a national holiday, phew.  This text is full of interesting history and shared it with great humor and fun, making it a really fun way for kids to learn about what the country was like and how this one tough woman’s perseverance paid off.  It’s also a great opportunity to reflect on the historical timeline between the first Thanksgiving and our current celebrations, with sociological/anthropological and political changes on all points of the line.  Bonus points to this book for demonstrating a woman’s ability to make change even when society wasn’t very friendly to women.  Reading this book with your kids will surely inspire them to think of Sarah Hale while they’re hiding a piece of pie under a mountain of whipped cream.


petethecatthanksgivingPete the Cat: The First Thanksgiving

by James Dean

Yes!  Even this cool cat celebrates Thanksgiving.  Pete the Cat: The First Thanksgiving is a great lift-the-flap book featuring this holiday.  It’s a lot of fun for kids, but this is not your usual, silly Pete book.  It’s a little more serious, and it’s got some little kid-friendly history and facts.  You won’t be walking around singing whatever new song Pete has shared (because there isn’t one), but your preschooler or kindergartener will learn about history and the holiday with a favorite blue feline friend.  This is a great introduction to the history of Thanksgiving for the younger set, and it’s sure to please with the surprises hiding behind flaps on every page.

A Most Thankful Thanksgiving

Family drama.

It’s pervasive. Doesn’t matter what race, religion or astrological sign you are, familial craziness appears to be universal, especially around the holidays.

Our family met this Thanksgiving in Palm Springs. It’s become a little tradition over the past few years and I look forward to the serenity that has come to personify our Turkey Day weekend.

CUE MUSIC: Tradition, Fiddler On The Roof.

A week before leaving, one family member who had been a part of this small group decided not to join. But worse, this person was weirdly evasive about it. Maybe I’m just a sentimental ‘ole fool but this saddened me as I was hoping to make it a lasting memory for my kids. This family member had recently battled a life-threatening disease as had one of my own parents. If ever there was a Thanksgiving to give thanks as a unit, this was it. After decades of silly disappointments, I did what I never thought I was capable of doing, I cut this person out of my life. For good. Kaput. Done.

I know, Prime Time drama.

During the Thanksgiving weekend, I spent one day with my immediate family doing a variety of fun, Palm Springs activities and did not see my folks at all the entire day. This did not sit well with the “oldies”. Mom and dad were PISSED. When we went to say “goodnight” to them, we were promptly kicked out of their room. I was so distressed at hurting my parents, I had to pop sleeping pills to get through the night.

ABC After-School Special drama.

A dear friend of ours decided to join us for the whole Thanksgiving weekend due to his own family troubles. He wanted out of his family commitments, a Thanksgiving Time-Out, if you will. His mother called him and expressed her supreme hurt at him for playing hooky.

Soap Opera drama.

On our last day in town, we were all going on a big walk through town. I had to tend to our new dog for a minute and I knew my parents were downstairs, waiting for my kids. It was the meeting place we had all designated during our hotel stay. “Run down and join Oma and Opa” were my exact words as I gave the dog some water. “I’ll be down in one minute”. My eldest daughter looked at me quizzically for a moment. “By ourselves?” she asked. “Oma and Opa are there” I replied, positive they were downstairs, waiting. We were all running late.

One minute later, after putting the dog in his crate, I shot downstairs to join everybody. But nobody was there. I noticed a car drive out of the parking lot and my heart began to beat wildly. “Breathe”, I told myself, they must be with their grandparents. I yelled loudly for them and then ran to my parents room, half way around this massive hotel complex. My parent’s hotel room was empty, save the cleaning lady. I must have looked bloody terrified as the lady dropped her bucket and asked me if everything was okay. I had no voice to respond and sped out the door. I headed back to the parking lot, telling myself that all will be okay, they’re with their grandparents, for sure. And then I saw my parents. Alone. I let out a guttural scream, all the blood draining out of my body. My husband was nowhere in sight. I grabbed a security person and told him to call the police. He started asking me questions and I answered them as best I could, breathless, hoarse, terrified.

My husband suddenly pulled up to the parking lot. I didn’t know it then, but he had also spotted the car driving off and instinctively gave way to a chase. He couldn’t catch the car and had come back, hoping that miraculously, the issue had been resolved. He looked up at my third floor window where I was talking to a security guard. He looked at me like “well???” and I shook my head “no”, the nightmare, heading into reality.

My vision suddenly became all white. I was momentarily blind from shock and fear. Your head tells you that this can’t really be happening but your heart knows better. It recalls those tragic incidents that you hear on television, the deep rage and sadness you feel when watching a Nancy Grace or a Crime Solvers show.

My husband was talking to the police on his cell. I was talking to police on the security guard’s phone, describing my daughters and what they were wearing. This cannot be happening.

20 minutes had gone by since I had run down the stairs, a minute after my children.

A different security officer runs over to me, waving. “They’ve been found.” I looked at him, unsure whether to put my trust in this stranger.
“They’re in the front lobby” the security officer said. I bent over in total relief and gratitude, giving reverence to a phantom higher power.

The front lobby was a quarter mile from our room. My clever daughter had gone there after not seeing her grandparents in the designated waiting area. Why she and her sister had not come right back up the stairs, she could not say. But they were safe. They were sound. They were apologetic.

The girls went off for that walk with their grandparents. My husband and I were too shaken to go, all our energy depleted. As we watched them walk away, we pledged to each other to fight less and then we thanked G-d that this unthinkable, Harrison Ford-like drama had concluded with a safe, PG-ending.

All the other drama in your life diminishes.
Lesson learned.

Beware the Halloween High
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The pumpkins are here.  And so are the ads.,…they’ve all got their cute, line-up of Halloween costumes for babies.  But I ask, is it really necessary to dress  your 6-month-old in a bumblebee costume? Photo ops aside, shouldn’t we leave that for Anne Geddes, people?

Screen Shot 2013-10-28 at 8.50.33 AMA few years ago, mostly to satisfy my own sweet tooth, I dragged my then 2-year-old out trick-or-treating.  Constantly lifting her up and out of her stroller was excruciating for both of us.  Where was my judgment? (Obviously hijacked by Three Musketeers). Not only did all the creepy, crawly, lights, sounds and costumes scare the beJesus out of her, she got a Halloween high that I’m still trying to detox her from years later.  I am solely to blame for her sugarholism.

My friend shared her golden Halloween rule with me recently:  One candy for every year of the child’s life.  A 3 year old gets to pick out 3 pieces of candy.  The only problem I foresee in that scenario is eating all the leftover candy myself, which, at my age, is almost as lethal as giving it to my kid.

For fear of sounding like a Halloween Scrooge, I offer the following advice:  Hold off, people.  Hold off as long as you can.  Take your baby or toddler to a pumpkin patch or to a friend’s small Halloween gathering where you can control the stimuli, both visual and edible.  Resist the “Doesn’t my baby make the cutest poodle?” phase and help promote a healthy Halloween toddler.  Make the treats he/she gets at this tender age more about “fun” and less about “fructose”.  Pretzels and baked chips come in crazy bat shapes.  Why not play Pin The Stem On the Pumpkin or bob for apples with your toddler?  After the apples have been retrieved, they can be dipped in honey, chocolate or peanut butter.

If you have to dress up your wee one as a pink flamingo, give them a thrilling sense of responsibility and have them help with handing out candy.  At their young age, seeing all the ghosts and goblins knock at the door will be treat enough.

candyTrust me, before you can say “Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat, Give Me Something Good To Eat:  If You Don’t, I Don’t Care, I’ll Pull Down Your Underwear,” your child will be of Halloween age, coordinating which Harry Potter character to dress up as, which neighborhood to pillage, how much booty they intend to seize and bartering their loot like the true Sugar Pirates they are.

To all the new parents of babies and toddlers…Ahoy, matey and may you have calm seas and smooth sailing out there on October 31.