Clarification and a Poem

I think I led a few of my readers astray with my last post by using the term “sleep training” a little loosely. What we were doing last week was a combination of “The No-Cry Sleep Solution,” by Elizabeth Pantley and just generally soothing our son more to sleep. We are super not about the CIO method, so please don’t think that I was encouraging that for my friends with babies. I know it works for some families, but it’s definitely not the only solution out there.

Anyway, more what I think happened was that we just waited out the whole “sleep regression” bit and now we are back to getting bigger chunks! By bigger, I mean 3 hours sometimes! Huzzah!

Now onto more important things. Like, of course, books!  We are not reading so many adult books at the moment (save for parenting books, which aren’t the most exciting). But some children’s books will always be sort of ageless (and timeless) in my mind, so we try to read those as often as we can. I’m thinking Milne (is this becoming a Milne blog now? I’m not sure) and Tolkien, for example.

I keep reading that babies rely so much on sound that it’s great to read them things that have a rhyme scheme to them. And, since we are all Alexander Pope fans around here, we can all get behind “sound being an echo of the sense,” and all of that. So lately we are going with poems that have more of a sound quality to them (which have always been my favorites anyway).  Here’s a poem that we play a lot of in the car lately:


As Freedom is a Breakfast Food

BY E. E. CUMMINGS (via poetryfoundation.org)

as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
—long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame


as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald mens hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
—long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung


or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and common’s rare and millstones float
—long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late


worms are the words but joy’s the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
—time is a tree(this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough

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