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The Wattle Tree by John Bell
The Wattle Tree by John Bell











Besides, it’s only a flash cry and then the thumb pops in and all is well. This breaks my heart, but also tells me that the book does a solid job of rounding out his bedtime routine. Sadly, it seems he is now in the habit of crying as soon as this book comes out because he knows it means it is sleep-time. It is also a board book so he can chew to his heart’s content. It holds my son’s focus, and allows for a routine.

The Wattle Tree by John Bell

It conveys a very simple yet effective narrative in only 8 double page spreads. However, when I found Night Night Spot I was quite relieved. He does, however, usually let me get through Goodnight Moon and I’m quite fond of that one. I have struggled to get through some of them with my son because his attention span isn’t yet developed. I would argue this is an inevitability, considering my son is enamoured with these books. This will be the second time a Spot book appears on this website. This books is pretty darn popular, and I can understand why. He likes to run his tiny little pointer finger through the little paper bars. The page with the lift-the-flap that matches the cover - the one with the cage in front of the lion - is my son’s favourite. This book is quick, has a narrative, and is a lift-the-flap - it’s my trifecta! It is very minimal. I never thought an 11 month old would have so many opinions about what he reads, but if it’s not in his mouth or he’s not craning his neck so he doesn’t have to look at the pictures, then I know I’m onto a winner.

The Wattle Tree by John Bell

That’s how simple it is! Also, that’s pretty indicative that my son is a fan. I choose the latter! So…ĭear Zoo by Rod Campbell is an easy read and quick fun. I can either continue to try to be cute about this or just get on with the business of reviewing picture books.

The Wattle Tree by John Bell

They sent me a… cat who sheds all over everything and a dog who likes to chew up my backyard! Alright, the book doesn’t actually say this, but I’m attempting to be witty here whilst splashing in a puddle of exhaustion.













The Wattle Tree by John Bell