Once there was a boy and one day he found an Uncle Greg at his door

I love the illustrations in Oliver Jeffers' book Lost and Found, and the story is sweet as well.  It's about a little boy trying to help a penguin find his way home.  As the book begins, the boy finds a penguin on his doorstep.  This past Friday, we (thankfully) didn't find a penguin on our doorstep, but instead Uncle Greg arrived to spend the weekend with us.

In the story, the boy and his penguin have quite an adventure.  Our weekend may not have been quite as adventurous, but we had a lot of fun.  Unlike the boy in the story who tries to figure out how to help the penguin, I tried to come up with some fun things for us to do.  We didn't visit the library to figure out where penguins come from, but we did go to kindermusik, to the Forks for cinnamon buns and to Auntie Betty's for dinner (she had carrot cake for us too!).  We didn't have a rowboat to test for size and strength (at this point in the book, Alasdair used to pretend to hammer on his own head) or to set out in for Antarctica, but we did swim at the Y, and we even got to see an 'iceberg' at the Titanic Exhibition.  Alasdair was pretty impressed with that, and also with the spoons and brushes and bowls that they recovered from the ship.



Our weekend story ended with Auntie Terrie and Uncle Richard joining us for some lunch at the Y and they took Uncle Greg off to greet Nana at the airport.    Instead of giving away the book's ending I'll jump to the back leaf where there is a cute picture of the author as a child.  This picture is an important part of the story for Alasdair and I because when Alasdair said his own name for the first time a few months ago it was because he thought the picture was of himself.