Books for Kids

For Babies With a Taste For Reading

While others may look at the gnawed corners of our board books and question my kids’ fiber intake, I prefer to view it as…evidence of their affection for the printed word. But sadly, some of our books have been adored beyond repair

Say My Name, Say My Name

As a certifiable word nerd, I’m not a fan of children’s books that seem to be written by marketers and not authors. While I like a good gimmick as much as the next parent, I also want a book that’s worth reading once you get beyond the “look what a cool idea!” stage.

“Who Effed Up The Toys???”

I can’t take credit for the headline – it’s was written by my friend Karen as the subject of an email she sent yesterday, alerting us all to yet another toy recall. I’m ready to just dump anything in the toy chest that wasn’t made by hand out from virgin pine by monks.

The Many Colors of Babies

As a bi-racial woman raising a multi-racial child in a homogenous suburban neighborhood, it’s challenging to provide my daughter with a wide range of cultural experiences. In plain speak: All the kids are white!

Book Snob Heaven

My family and I are serious book lovers. Okay, we’re full-on snobs. I admit it. We only have eyes for the worthwhile page-turners and even my toddler has learned to resist the call of the flashy but content-lite pages in the bargain bins and head straight for the award winners. That’s my girl!

Ooh-La-L’Alphabet

Although I’m a straight-up English speaker (with a little French thrown in on those really bad days — ahem), I’ve always thought it would be wonderful for my daughter to learn another language. Most folks say that starting early is the best way to go but the idea of toddler language classes has always seemed just a bit…much for me.

Beyond Cheerios and American Cheese

I’m a huge fan of ethnic foods, however any attempts to get my 2-year-old to try curry or sushi has failed miserably. Well, I may just have found a solution that requires neither cooking, nor the hurling of unusual foods in the nice, quiet restaurant.

It’s All About Me

From among the audacious number of gifts my daughter received this holiday, I was happy (and proud) that her favorite was a book. Of course it was a special book – one personalized with her name on all the pages. Who could blame her?

If Mommy Doesn’t Know, Ask Yagyu

I have a feeling my daughter is going to be one ofthose kids. You know, the ones who ask incessant questions like "Why do we have five fingers? or "What areankle bones for?" or "Why does Daddy have one eyebrow?"And the good mom that I am, I will look it up on Google. Or more likely, just fake it.

Independence From Pink

As anyone familiar with New York knows, tonight the FDR drive will be lined with junior firework watchers wearing–what else–black. It’s not that they don’t love America in the big city; it’s just that red white and blue screams Wayward Tourist Lost on the Way to Madame Tussaud’s.

Cute as Kit

Kitbooks_1After reading Winnie the Pooh and Tvbutton_7 Curious George two times a day for how many weeks, I think we are all ready for a change. So I ordered a set of Kit Allen’s children’s books.

No, G is Not for Guiliani

Abc_book_cover New York City can teach a child any number of things. Like how to distinguish a Bangladeshi cab driver accent from a Pakistani one. Or how to learn to share toys with Uma’s daughter in the sandbox of the Bleecker Street playground. Now, NYC is also teaching children their ABCs.