![]() ![]() To be honored a second time is an amazing feeling. The fact that I can use the phrase “the last time I won the Caldecott” is still incredibly hard to believe. In fact, the three of them were jumping up and down, holding hands and skipping in a circle, chanting, “Daddy won the Caldecott! Daddy won the Caldecott!” Being able to share that moment with my family has been the best part of this experience. This time, Kim, our son Kevin, and our daughter Jaime, were there with me. The big difference this year is that I was not alone. Twenty minutes earlier and I would’ve been in the shower. ![]() This year when the call came to inform me that I had won the 2002 Caldecott Medal…I just answered the phone again. So after the initial flurry of phone calls I, too, went to work. I was alone in my studio my wife, Kim, had already left for work the Clarion staff was at Mid-winter ALA and my artist friends were all still asleep. I wasn’t in the shower, awakened from sleep, or caught in some other noteworthy situation. Why hadn’t I followed the tradition? Well, now you know. Afterward, many people came up to me and commented on this omission. When delivering my speech the last time I won the Caldecott, I never mentioned how I heard the news. I answer and a voice says, “Congratulations, you have been awarded the Randolph Caldecott Medal…for 1992.” ![]() So there I am, sitting at my desk early that Monday morning, getting ready to start working. ![]()
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