While my husband showered, I begrudging pulled sleepy little girls from their warm beds, which lead to whining, threats of lateness and all around muffin morning unhappiness. Blissfully unaware of muffin day’s darker side, a whistling and clean-shaven muffin day creator arrived in the kitchen to collect his two angels with backpacks, shoes and jackets on bouncing with muffin day excitement. (At least, that’s my perspective). With horns sinking back into our heads, we’d all wave farewells and blow kisses no matter how tense muffins mornings got. Van Halen thumped and vibrated from the car long after I could see them.
The House on Clydesdale Lane The small townhouse always had the inviting fragrance of freshly cut flowers in the morning and the delicious aroma of my mother's secret recipes in the early evening. Anyone who entered was immediately greeted by the fragrances and found themselves staying a little longer than they planned. The delicate light from my grandmother's antique lamp beckoned sleep and the faded striped cushions on the worn living room couch held many a drowsy head in those days. The inside of the house consisted of rooms that were small and barely separated so that you always knew what was going on in the next room. From the living room, you could see my mother giggling at one of my father's corny jokes as they prepared supper together.
Grandmother asked him all about his past week. Pamadamus told her about all his activities and adventures. When the cookies were eaten and the milk was all gone, Gr... ... middle of paper ... ...e green.” “So you see Pamadamus LOVE comes in all colors, shapes and sizes.” “Oh thank you so very much Grand-Daddy Wise Old Owl, you helped me realize the answer to my question.” At that very moment, Pamadamus felt water hitting his face. He sat up a little straighter and became aware of the rain falling gently in the forest. “Oh my” said Pamadamus alour.” “I fell asleep for a little while and I must hurry home to Mother.
Jessie and Megan were just putting the rest of the biscuits in the ceramic rooster-shaped cookie jar Jay J had given his mother last year for Mother’s Day. Everyone, including Ginger, agreed the recipe was a success and made a good addition to Mrs Fayreweather’s book. Although it was Friday night, the children decided to go to bed early. The sooner they went to sleep, the sooner morning would come and it would be Saturday. A very exciting day.
My sister was a baby, and I sat on the floor and colored my coloring books on the metal chair I was supposed to be sitting in, which pleased my parents because I didn't make noise. At one or so, we'd leave Temple and drive home. The car windows would be rolled up tight, locking in the rays of the early afternoon sun, and I would bask, free and alive, dressed up and soaking in the sun's light. The sunshine really does look different in the very middle of the day. When we got home, my mom would make me a snack, and I'd go off and play or something.
My mom became remarried, we moved to a bigger house down the same street, and there was talk of a new baby in the future. The remarriage was a small celebration held at a quaint location on a chilly fall night, a night you would rather be snuggled up on the couch with warm, fuzzy blankets drinking from a mug of hot cocoa. The move was a breeze, as I can just about see the old house through the tall maple trees from the new. I carried whatever I could back and forth, running quickly back down the street to grab more. The excitement of a new house chasing me to and from.
The games I came up with to help Nayeli is Strawberry Vine and Shape Bingo. The strawberry vine game is a game that will help the child with her beginning sounds of the alphabet A-Z. The parent main goal was to have her child know how to sound out the letters of the alphabet because she wants her child to speak clearly in the english langue. The game is respectful of the family because I did the game around the mother’s interest and the child’s likes. Nayeli loves strawberries, while at school she is always in the house area making strawberry cake and ice-cream.
My day always ended with mom tucking me in with a good book and a kiss good night, and I’d fall asleep dreaming of endless possibilities in the snow. Life was good, I didn’t want for anything; mom and dad anticipated my needs before I even knew them. It was winter break, school was closed, and the Christmas season was coming to an end. The tree and all its trimmings were packed away, and a place for each new toy was found in the toy room. My brother’s drum set was placed in the corner with the rocking horse, games were put on a shelf next to Barbie Doll accessories, and my Chatty Kathy ... ... middle of paper ... ... as carefree as mine.
The Stinky Cheese Man & Other Fairly Stupid Tales by Jon Scieszka Once upon a time there was a story called "The Gingerbread Man" and a little girl who loved to hear the story every night at bedtime. Each night at bedtime, the little girl's kind father would tell the story to his little girl. He knew how much his daughter loved the story and so he was happy to tell the story over and over and over again, well ... almost. One night when the dad, whose name was Jon, was asked for the fifty gazillionth time to hear "The Gingerbread Man" story, a funny thought occurred to him. This time he would instead tell the story of the Stinky Cheese Man making it up as he went along.
Of course, Kai and Marcus had completed their chores around the sunbathed brick terrace (in which they dreadfully loathed), and were ready to go, until Grandfather, their rigid elder and a master storyteller who took the twins in his own care after their parents disappeared 7 years before, called them to the garden, slipping his book of fairy tales from the bookshelf outside. This time, he had been saving the story of The Snow Queen for weeks; it was Marcus' favorite tale. "Now, let's see here," Grandfather started, seeing the cheerful faces of Kai and Marcus. “How about The Snow Queen?" Both clapped and cheered with delight.