This weekend I became godmother again to my friends ‘Small No2’ – it’s a bit like getting Chanel No.5 but they smell real bad. This seems to have astounded some people at work mostly due to the fact that I was picked twice. I frown at this judgement – just because I get absolutely smashed with all my work mates does not mean I will automatically take my godchildren to pubs (I have, but that is another matter). Just because I seem to have little or no control over most of the things that go on in my life does not mean I have nothing valuable to teach my small followers (I’m pretty sure I explained to the eldest one why Auntie Lauren looked like she was going to barf in her Roast Dinner last time she was visiting). It’s true, I will best be able to teach them to party and how not to vomit on their shoes but this must all be saved for later in life.
‘Perhaps’ I smugly interject at work during the mocking ‘you haven’t been asked because you aren’t making the grade’. I see being a godparent as an assignment and I am very glad to say I nailed the first task. If you get given a brief in advertising you either challenge it or astonish them with your understanding of what they want. I beat off all the competition (and there was competition – how many of you have the same godparents? None. Thought so.). I understood the brief best, I am the winner, I got the next assignment.
Partly I assume I was picked for comedy value but that is pretty much how I have been picked for most things in my life. The father of my god children and my dearest friend’s husband finds my brand of guidance often less than amusing. When given a play-mat that created a light and sound show this weekend my god daughter was distraught to find it didn’t work – No batteries. ‘You’ll find Goddaughter’ I chimed with glass of Rose wine ‘Nothing comes with batteries in younger life and older’ the parents shot me a look ‘What!? I’m managing expectations!!’.
So to prove once and for all that I don’t just provide knowledge on what comes first salt, tequila or lemon. I have complied some of my other great wisdom – Children’s books you must read and own. Perfect for gifting especially at this time of year when birthday’s seem two a penny there are of course lots out there but here are just 10 of my favourites.
It’s not that famous but I loved it as a child and the illustrations are beautiful . Currently out of print in English (don’t hate me hate the publishers!!) the book starts with an orphan finding a magic book that turns him into an old man. Fun and adventure ensue – I still remember the part where his nails grow so long they indent into his hands! It’s perfect for a rainy day so hunt it down and treasure it.
The Twits – Roald Dahl
Maybe it’s my age but Roald Dahl is the master of the Children’s books – every single one probably deserves a mention but in this list I have stuck to two. The Twits is positively disgusting and I still have nightmares about what was in Mr Twits beard. Perfect for reading aloud in bed with small ones but no doubt you’ll have them in fits of hysterics and they won’t sleep.
Ok, so it isn’t strictly a Children’s book but if you have a Wednesday Addams type child like myself growing up this is the perfect warm up to them devouring The Littlest Vampire and The Worst Witch as they get older. I used to know the whole thing off by heart as I spent an afternoon learning it and then promptly forgot it. I do remember I didn’t know what Lye was and had to go an look it up – not a nice way to go!!
Flat Stanley always reminds me of my oldest friend Serena – It follows the adventures of well…Stanley who is flat. I love it that he fits under doors like and envelope, it is childish and silly but also wonderfully illustrated and imaginative.
The pop up book of Fungus is the only way to go if you want to be a hit with the gift of books. It’s vile – it even has a washing line with his disgusting pants. My sister actually was the one who had the copy but I used to steal it and read it over and over. The tale of the Bogeyman’s most horrid and gross life is enthralling and the livid green snot colour which covers the whole book makes it all the more special!
He’s back – I know, I know there are so many other authors but this book I feel a certain ‘pang’ about which means I have to mention it. It to me is by far the most touching book Mr Dahl wrote and I feel the most over looked. Esio Trot is Tortoise backwards and tells the looking story of how the little old man upstairs tries to win his old lady sweethearts love downstairs by making her beloved Tortoise grow. It is bringing a tear to my eye now!
It’s old fashioned but all kids love it, the poems are fantastic and it is a window back in time to wonderful British childhoods of the past. Winnie the Pooh of course makes the odd appearance and it is all the better with him involved.
The pictures make you feel like you have stepped into an art project from the 70’s – well they used to but now I revere them as a work of art all by themselves. Iconic and creative every child must see what the hungriest caterpillar needs to eat.
This book is magic, simple and effective we were all reading it over the weekend after a couple of glasses of wine. Proof that a good children’s book stays with you for ever we all chorused ‘There was an old woman who swallowed a fly – I think she might die’ and then laughed. Well it takes one to know one I suppose!!