WHO’S THAT BABY?

Except for the first and last entries, Creech writes all of these poems in first-person baby’s voice. They are clearly really written for parents and grandparents and they are pretty gooey: “A tisket, a tasket / a baby in the basket! / I’m so snug / and I’m so warm / I’m so cute / I’m just born!” There are verses about swaddled babies, “Baby Burrito,” “Banana Baby,” ditties about daddies, moms and “Two Big Grandmas.” Newbery Medal–winner Creech is a new grandmother, but she never rises to the lovely levels of Stephanie Calmenson’s Welcome, Baby! (2002) or Cynthia Rylant’s Good Morning Sweetie Pie (2001). Diaz’s artwork, however, is just gorgeous. Using his extraordinary mastery of pattern, his babies and their relatives look like stained-glass figures or hieratic saints. The colors glow and the shapes, held by his sinuous line and ensorcelled by floral, marine, astral and geometric designs, are a wonder. (Picture book. 1-3)