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When Mother Pin Oak, the hub tree of a deciduous forest wakes to crisp, spring air and cannot seem to stir her Little Pin Oak growing beside her, she seeks help from other members her forest community. As the rest of the forest slowly awakens, they come to Little Pin's aid.
"Jeffrey is very attached to the colour blue. He wears blue socks, blue underwear, a blue hat, and -- of course! -- blue jeans. At painting class, he paints only in blue. But when his classmate, Keiko, wants to use the blue paint, Jeffery will have to try a different colour. With some gentle coaxing, the narrator helps him to navigate his emotions, encouraging him to consider Keiko's feelings and to find the courage to try something new while also doing something nice for a friend. Sometimes, Jeffrey fixates on certain likes and dislikes. This story points out that something that's seems simple for some people can be very complicated for others, and Jeffrey's caregiver provides choice and time and space to help Jeffrey process his emotions. The focus of the story is not about getting rid of Jeffrey's fixation -- it's about widening his perspective in order to help a friend, and thus encouraging empathy."--
This boisterous family needs to quiet down for their newly adopted baby. Or do they?When J.J. arrives at his new home, his family is so excited to meet him! The four children welcome their tiny brother, then, when he falls asleep, Dad asks everyone to try to be quiet. In no time at all, though, the clamor of family life grows loud, with drumming, shouting, chattering. But, surprise! J.J. sleeps through it all. Even with children running and yelling in his room, J.J. sleeps. Is there anything that will disturb him?Kids will delight in the delicious twist: when you're with family, a noisy home is the most peaceful place to be.
A touching portrayal of the loss of a grandparent.¿When summer started, I got Grampa's stopwatch,¿ a small child says. ¿I don't want his stopwatch. I want him.¿ Grampa used to time everything. A race to the end of the street and back: 24 seconds. Eating bubblegum ice cream: 1 minute, 58 seconds. But now, Grampa's gone. ¿There are no more Grampa minutes, Grampa seconds,¿ the child says. ¿Time just stops.¿ But as time goes on, the stopwatch becomes a cherished symbol of remembrance, and the child uses it to carry on Grampa's favorite pastimes and traditions.A treasured ritual from the past can sometimes offer the perfect bridge to the future.
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