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Storytime Bilingüe featuring “Donde Viven Los Monstruos”

Mami is back reading again this week! After a brief hiatus and some guest readers (Tia Margaret read The Birthday Box for her birthday and Papi read Quiero a mi Papa torque... for Father's Day) we're back in our living room on the couch to read another children's classic in Spanish. 

Although the Holliston Public Library is closed to the public, it has reopened for curbside pickup, and a few weeks ago they so kindly and generously curated a small collection of bilingual and Spanish picture books for Maya and Mateo. One of these books, was Donde Viven Los Mostruos, the Spanish translation of the Caldecott Medal award winner, Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak. 

This story is so beautiful because it is a simple, imaginative, tale that is easily relatable and an enjoyable read. We love the story so much, it was actually the theme of our grand Barrios Baby Shower and Birthday party we threw for Maya and Mateo last year. (See the pictures below.) 

For a festive manner, we donned some leftover golden crowns we gave out as party favors last year, but as you'll see, Teo has absolutely no interest in being a king who wears a crown. The video begins with another unintelligible introduction by Maya, and then Teo peppers some monstrous antics throughout our read, and it ends with our own brief wild rumpus. And I think Teo must have taken the storyline to heart, because he acts like a little monster throughout our entire story time! 

So grab your little monsters and enjoy! 

And here are a few photos from our Wild Rumpus 2019


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