Wow . . . Magical Things

by K

Dragons that fly with the moon on their wings

and princesses locked up in towers,

Unicorns soaring like birds through the sky

and fairies dancing in flowers,

Knights in shining armor fighting trolls

and wizards with magical powers,

these are some things that make me think, “Wow!”

Poisonous Snake

by Mooku
inspired by Tigress, by Nick Dowson
A branch moving?
Or could it be a poisonous snake?
He can look like fifteen branches.
When he slithers through mud,
His blue scales seem to vanish like magic.
Bigger than your mouth, his fangs eat and tear.
His body chokes you as you try to run away.
He eats humans also known as hunters.
He lives in hot lava.
His name is "the Dead Strike."
He has a 10,000-degree-hot oven heart.
Here he comes, "Sssssss."
There he goes, "Sssssss."

Leaps and Bounds

Although this blog isn't fulfilling the purpose of its creation (i.e. to get my kids writing this summer), it may turn into an outlet for me and a place to display photos of said children.

With Mooku starting kindergarten 2 days ago, we are now fully emerged in school (well, the Dad--whom I shall call "N"--and I start teaching next week). Three school kids on three schedules. Mooku is enjoying p.m. kindergarten--day 1 was teary for no one; K reports each day that school was "great" (in her words, "Summer was packed with sitting on the couch."); Q started at a magnet school and, without our consent, seems to have skipped 5th grade and landed in algebra (!!??). Zero to sixty in 2 seconds flat. I can't seem to keep from meddling, but try to do so as politely and quietly as I am able. After a few days of Q leaving the house at 7:30 a.m. and returning around 4:45 p.m., we have arranged an afternoon carpool that starts today and should have them all home before 4:00.

As I was preparing in spurts for the start of my semester, I've had in my head a MW evening schedule. Last night N said, "I think you're teaching Tuesday, Thursday." Right-o. So, I quickly emailed new computer classroom and library instruction requests, changed the Ms to Ths and Ws to Ts on my course schedule, and N gets to coach Mooku's soccer team on Thursdays. Gotta run to a parent-teacher conference.

Mom's view

L, who will be five months old Thursday, is cutting a tooth! Unfortunately, we seem to have lost one of her favorite teethers--the nipple ball (thanks for the tip and name, Melissa)--at a big box store (aka The Evil Place) this morning. I bought the teether through kidsurplus.com for $3, and to avoid paying shipping costs, spent another $97 on cloth diapers and supplies, which I had previously decided against buying because I estimated they would cost as much as disposables. Two weeks and $280 into the cloth diaper experiment, I have free advice for anyone who wants it: if you love doing laundry, choose cloth.

The fat cucumber

by Mooku
Once upon a time, there was a hungry cucumber. It ate 900000000000000000000000000000 whole watermelons and 1000000000000000000000 pieces of broccoli. And next morning he ate a big, fat hippopotamus, and next morning he was way too full. Then he giggled a little bit and did a big, giant buurrrrrrpp! The end.

Mooku's Story

by Mooku
Mooku got three stitches on his chin Friday night. How great is that? Well, how bad is that? The doctor and nurses were nice. They offered some drinks and candy--how great is that?

Barack Obama vs. Hilary Clinton

by Q
In the race for delegates it's been a nail biter between Obama and Clinton. Barack is ahead with 1,588 which is 166 more than Hilary's 1,422. Obama has 256 super delegates, 17 less than Clinton's 273 super delegates.

The very, very, very hungry caterpillar

by Mooku
Once upon a time, there was a very, very, very hungry caterpillar. One day, he eated 100 sausages, 500 hamburgers, 200 cucumbers, and 1000 full pizzas. The next day he was really, really hungry. So, he eated 200 pepperonis, 1000 mushrooms, in one big bite. But the next day, he eated 2000 leaves, 2000 cucumbers, and 500 scrapbooks. And so the next day, he was still hungry. So he eated 1 whole cucumber and 5 big pizzas. And so the next day, he was really really full. The end.

The Hungry Giraffe

by Mooku
One day a giraffe went to a restaurant for dinner. The restaurant's name was Papa John's. He asked for a menu. He said, "I want 100 cucumbers, a bowl full of soup, and 1000 hamburgers." He eated them. So, the next morning he was really full, so he went inside his body with his hand, kind of choked, and pulled out half of the food he eated. The end.

The Sad Story

O.k., I'm going to tell you a story which is real. Don't say it's fake, 'cause it's really real.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl, but I won't tell you her name. But anyway, the little girl once went to a cave with her brother. They heard freaky noises. And so they were brave and her brother slid out a toy sword and fighted against the monsters. All the monsters died, but her big brother didn't. They won. The end.
by Mooku

Hippopotamus At Dinner

Once upon a time, there lived a hippopotamus. Hippopotamus was usually hungry. One evening, Hippo hadn't eaten dinner yet, so he decided to go across the street to Applebee's. Once he sat down, the waiter gave him the menu.
"I want a pile of potatoes the size of a mountain, a bathtub full of soup, and enough brussel sprouts to feed 50 very hungry people."
"Are you sure?" asked the waiter.
"I order, you serve."
So the waiter went into the kitchen and got a pile of potatoes the size of a mountain, a bathtub full of soup, and enough brussel sprouts to feed 50 very hungry people.
"Here's your order," the waiter said. "Enjoy."
So, the hippopotamus started eating right away. First, he ate the potatoes. Next, the brussel sprouts. And then he washed it down with the soup. By the time he was done, everybody had left, the lights were off, the chairs were on the tables, and he was all alone. He tried to get out of his chair, but he had eaten so much, he was stuck.
"Help!" cried the hippo, but nobody answered. He tried again. "Help!" But nobody seemed to hear him. So, Hippo was left all alone in one small chair, with nothing and nobody, until the next day.
Moral: Being greedy ends up being regretful. By:Brielle