Friday, March 25, 2011
Playing with Sarah
Nah, I don’t want to play that.
Well, maybe that would be OK.
I’ll be a cat.
Oh please don’t copy me. It’s no fun to play like that.
Meow, meow, meow
(scratch)
(sluurrrppp)
Pppprrrrr
Please can I be the cat?
You be the frog. I was the cat first.
Good game!
Dance With Me
joyfully twirling
in the fairy ballet
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
How to Fix the Walkway by Christopher
Take off the plywood.
Put new blocks.
Put new doors.
Fix the stucco.
The mortar bed dries fast!
Put some sticky stuff on it.
Put new tile.
This is my new walkway.
Babies
Delightful feet and toes,
Kicking and grabbing
Stretching and smiling at me.
Me and Holly
When Valerie Was Born, revised
“I don’t want to go!” I argued, my voice squeaking. “I want to see my sister!”
We were at the hospital, standing behind the curtain. I was four and my brother Christopher was two.
Daddy said, “You have to go, but you can come back in a little while.”
“OK,” I said. Even though I felt unhappy, I ran with my friends so the time could go faster. I was eager to come back to the hospital.
Then Daddy came to pick me and my brother up. I was so enthusiastic that I sprung into Daddy's arms. When we got to Mommy's room, I was ruffled. I didn't know what to do. I looked at my baby sister so reverently. Then Mommy said, "Kayla, come on the bed and hold the baby." I slowly climbed up on to the bed and. . .
I held her. I felt so tender. I love my baby sister and she loves me.
Epilogue: Now I am six and Christopher is four. My baby sister Valerie is two.