Today at lunch we were reading sonlight reading, and right in the middle of it we were interrupted by a loud "Ha-yeah-a-yeah!" from Lucan. We all turned and looked at him and he smiled a big smile as if he was pleased with himself (and I think he was!) and let out a laugh. I guess he just wanted some attention. After all, Mom was getting all the attention!
Here's a little poem and a Japanese poem I made up about spring:
Snow is melting,
Bee's are buzzing,
Flower's are blooming,
Spring is coming!
When I look outside
I see the sun shining and
The flowers blooming.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Spring!
Spring is here! I'm going to repeat that, so if you don't want to see about 20 more "spring is here!" then turn off the computer! Spring is here! Spring is here! Spring is here! Spring is here! Spring is here! Spring is here! Spring is here! Spring is here! Spring is here! Spring is here! Sorry, I'm just excited. The snow is melting, it's getting warmer, and today my brothers and I jumped on the trampoline in shorts! Just one more "spring is here" then that's all. Spring is here!
Wrong CD
Yesterday morning we went through our usual routine. But when it was time for bible songs it turned out that the wrong CD was in the CD player! So instead of the bible songs we heard "Egypt, Libya, Tunisia, Algeria, Morocco, Canary Islands," before Mama turned it off!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Stories
I'm just going to post stories on this entry, so don't expect anything else!
Stray Cat
Jane loved to grow tomatoes. One day when she went outside she saw a stray cat finishing a meal of tomatoes that had fallen to the ground."You poor thing," she said.Jane ran inside,grabbed a small wooden dollhouse she had played with when she was little, paint, and a coat and ran back outside. She set the dollhouse down, opened the paint, and ran back inside to get a paint brush. Then slowly and carefully she painted the dollhouse a pretty shade of light blue. Jane waited for the dollhouse to dry. While she waited she played and made friends with the cat. When it was dry she got a little red blanket from inside the house and three bowls. Jane filled one bowl with milk, one with water, and one with cat food. Jane already had a cat of her own so she knew where to get the cat food. Then she sat back and waited to see what the cat would do. The cat looked at the house and meowed. She meowed again and went in the house. Jane stroked the cat's furry black back. The cat purred and went to sleep. "I'm going to call you Blackie because of you're black back," Jane said. She was glad. She felt like she had lifted a weight off herself by giving that cat a home.
Bread
Once there lived a rich man who was not very well liked because his temper would explode at the slightest thing. His name was Ben. One day when he sat down to eat he noticed that he didn't have any bread. Now bread was his favorite food so you can imagine how his reaction was. He stormed to the kitchen. "What is the meaning of this?" he roared at the cook.
"Wh-wh-what is the meaning of what?" the cook stuttered.
"My bread is gone!" Ben yelled at him.
"Sir, please believe me. It was on your plate when I went back to the kitchen."
"Well it's gone now." Ben muttered. Then he said louder "I'm going out to look for the thief. Stay here and KEEP MY BREAD SAFE!" He stomped out the door.
Ben checked every ally until he found the thief. "Ah-ha," he said. "You have stolen my bread. You are a thief. Give me back my bread."
"Oh no you don't. I made it this morning." The robber said casually.
"What proof do you have of that?" Ben answered.
"What proof do you have that it's your bread?" The robber replied. That last remark made Ben mad. He lunged forward and grabbed the bread. "It's mine!" He said.
"It's mine!" The robber said. The bread broke in half. Ben burst into tears.
"M-m-my breeead." He wailed.
"M-m-my food." The robber wailed. Then he looked at Ben, looked at his half of the bread, and ran.
"Oh no you don't! You'll never get away with stealing my bread!" Ben yelled. He threw his half of the bread on the ground and began to chase the robber. And from what I have heard he is still chasing him to this day.
Well, I've run out of stories. So that's all.
P.S. Remember the Spider Story blog entry? Well, Spider sent me a note saying: Dear Charis, Wow! Thanks! We loved what you sent to Spider's Corner! We hope you are enjoying Spider and we can't wait to see more of your great work! Love, Spider.
Stray Cat
Jane loved to grow tomatoes. One day when she went outside she saw a stray cat finishing a meal of tomatoes that had fallen to the ground."You poor thing," she said.Jane ran inside,grabbed a small wooden dollhouse she had played with when she was little, paint, and a coat and ran back outside. She set the dollhouse down, opened the paint, and ran back inside to get a paint brush. Then slowly and carefully she painted the dollhouse a pretty shade of light blue. Jane waited for the dollhouse to dry. While she waited she played and made friends with the cat. When it was dry she got a little red blanket from inside the house and three bowls. Jane filled one bowl with milk, one with water, and one with cat food. Jane already had a cat of her own so she knew where to get the cat food. Then she sat back and waited to see what the cat would do. The cat looked at the house and meowed. She meowed again and went in the house. Jane stroked the cat's furry black back. The cat purred and went to sleep. "I'm going to call you Blackie because of you're black back," Jane said. She was glad. She felt like she had lifted a weight off herself by giving that cat a home.
Bread
Once there lived a rich man who was not very well liked because his temper would explode at the slightest thing. His name was Ben. One day when he sat down to eat he noticed that he didn't have any bread. Now bread was his favorite food so you can imagine how his reaction was. He stormed to the kitchen. "What is the meaning of this?" he roared at the cook.
"Wh-wh-what is the meaning of what?" the cook stuttered.
"My bread is gone!" Ben yelled at him.
"Sir, please believe me. It was on your plate when I went back to the kitchen."
"Well it's gone now." Ben muttered. Then he said louder "I'm going out to look for the thief. Stay here and KEEP MY BREAD SAFE!" He stomped out the door.
Ben checked every ally until he found the thief. "Ah-ha," he said. "You have stolen my bread. You are a thief. Give me back my bread."
"Oh no you don't. I made it this morning." The robber said casually.
"What proof do you have of that?" Ben answered.
"What proof do you have that it's your bread?" The robber replied. That last remark made Ben mad. He lunged forward and grabbed the bread. "It's mine!" He said.
"It's mine!" The robber said. The bread broke in half. Ben burst into tears.
"M-m-my breeead." He wailed.
"M-m-my food." The robber wailed. Then he looked at Ben, looked at his half of the bread, and ran.
"Oh no you don't! You'll never get away with stealing my bread!" Ben yelled. He threw his half of the bread on the ground and began to chase the robber. And from what I have heard he is still chasing him to this day.
Well, I've run out of stories. So that's all.
P.S. Remember the Spider Story blog entry? Well, Spider sent me a note saying: Dear Charis, Wow! Thanks! We loved what you sent to Spider's Corner! We hope you are enjoying Spider and we can't wait to see more of your great work! Love, Spider.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Report for School
Day before yesterday I had to "Find the facts" for my language arts assignment. I had to pick a story from "Little House on Rocky Ridge," "Socks," or the Bible and answer these questions: What happened, Who was involved, Why did this happen, How did it occur, Where did it happen, When did it happen, and What was the result. I choose a story from the Bible about Jesus feeding over 5,000 people.
Here are the answers to the questions I asked: What happened? Jesus fed over 5,000 with 5 loaves and 2 fish. Who was involved? Jesus, his disciples, the boy who gave his lunch, and over 5,000 people. Why did this happen? The people had come a long way to hear Jesus, and they were very hungry. How did it occur? The disciples started passing out the fish and bread, and there was enough to go around. Where did it happen? On a hill next to the sea of Galilee. When did it happen? During Jesus' time on earth. What was the result? The people ate and were satisfied, and there were 12 baskets left over!
After I had "Found the facts" I was supposed to write a newspaper article. So I did. But I wasn't finished. I had more to do. Yesterday for language arts I had to do a "TV report." I practiced saying it, and then Mom video-taped me. I made a toy microphone to use also. I put the video on my blog so you (meaning my blog readers) could watch it.
Here are the answers to the questions I asked: What happened? Jesus fed over 5,000 with 5 loaves and 2 fish. Who was involved? Jesus, his disciples, the boy who gave his lunch, and over 5,000 people. Why did this happen? The people had come a long way to hear Jesus, and they were very hungry. How did it occur? The disciples started passing out the fish and bread, and there was enough to go around. Where did it happen? On a hill next to the sea of Galilee. When did it happen? During Jesus' time on earth. What was the result? The people ate and were satisfied, and there were 12 baskets left over!
After I had "Found the facts" I was supposed to write a newspaper article. So I did. But I wasn't finished. I had more to do. Yesterday for language arts I had to do a "TV report." I practiced saying it, and then Mom video-taped me. I made a toy microphone to use also. I put the video on my blog so you (meaning my blog readers) could watch it.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Spider Story
I bet you're wondering what the title is all about. I don't have a story about a spider to write about. Spider is the name of a magazine I get every other month or so. So why is the title of this blog entry Spider Story? Well, I'll tell you. At the back of every Spider magazine is a This month for Spider's corner. This part of the magazine tells of a drawing, or poem, or a story that the kids who get Spider magazine can send in, and for this month it's a 150 word story. I had never sent in a drawing, or anything before, so I was really excited when I saw what it was for this month. I asked Mom and Dad the day before yesterday about it, and they said I could send in a story, if I could get it mailed tomorrow, which was yesterday. I bet they didn't think I could do it, but I could. The story is on its way to Illinois right now! The reason I had to get it mailed on the 21st of January was because the story had to get there by the 25th so that they could put their favorites in the May/June Spider magazine. I'm really excited. I absolutely can not wait to get the May/June Spider magazine. It won't be the next magazine because I just got the January magazine. Now I bet you're wondering what my 150 word story was about that I sent in. Well, I'll tell you. I thought I could send in a poem called Follow Your Dreams that I made up. But Mom said that I probably shouldn't send in a poem, because they wanted a story. But I wanted to write a poem anyway, so I wrote a poem about Kenna called My Sister. Maybe you want to read it? I guess you can.
My Sister, by Charis Jacobson.
I have a little sister,
Her name is Kenna.
That's not how she says it,
It sounds like Nenna!
She gets into
All sorts of trouble,
In the bath,
She eats the bubbles.
Here are some
Of the things she's done:
Scribble on the wall,
Run away at the mall.
Every single day,
She has fun,
In every single way,
Under the sun.
We play a game,
She runs and hides,
I come and find her,
When I count to five.
She likes to hop,
like a bunny.
In other ways,
She's very funny.
She's very loud
When she screams.
But she also really likes
Ice cream.
When I tickle her,
She laughs and smiles,
But when she's mad,
She's mad for a while.
When I go away,
She says ggrrr,
And that's really all I have
To say about her.
My little sister.
Like it? Mom really likes it. She says it's a great poem, but I should probably save it for a poetry contest, because they want a story. The story I wrote is about: Kenna scribbles on the wall with a pencil, and a week later, she finds the markers. It is exactly 150 words. Well, I guess I'd better go. Mom wants me to clean up the office. :-( Well, see you next time.
My Sister, by Charis Jacobson.
I have a little sister,
Her name is Kenna.
That's not how she says it,
It sounds like Nenna!
She gets into
All sorts of trouble,
In the bath,
She eats the bubbles.
Here are some
Of the things she's done:
Scribble on the wall,
Run away at the mall.
Every single day,
She has fun,
In every single way,
Under the sun.
We play a game,
She runs and hides,
I come and find her,
When I count to five.
She likes to hop,
like a bunny.
In other ways,
She's very funny.
She's very loud
When she screams.
But she also really likes
Ice cream.
When I tickle her,
She laughs and smiles,
But when she's mad,
She's mad for a while.
When I go away,
She says ggrrr,
And that's really all I have
To say about her.
My little sister.
Like it? Mom really likes it. She says it's a great poem, but I should probably save it for a poetry contest, because they want a story. The story I wrote is about: Kenna scribbles on the wall with a pencil, and a week later, she finds the markers. It is exactly 150 words. Well, I guess I'd better go. Mom wants me to clean up the office. :-( Well, see you next time.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Update
Well I haven't written on my blog for a while. That's because there's been a lot going on. O.K., let's see. I have a lot to write about. First of all, Christmas gifts:
I got a C. ornament for my tree, a game called Kingsburg, (for the whole family,) some Peter Rabbit movies, 4 If I Were a Kid in Ancient... books, (ancient Egypt, ancient China ect.) a new bike helmet, a Colorado puzzle, a gift card to JcPennys, I got new shoes with it :-), a Dorthy doll, a fuzzy purple scarf, a gingerbread ornament kit, a Christmas tree headband, a art kit :-), roller blades, (Mama got them used, but I don't mind,) a grown-up lady's watch, a bear stamp set, and a journal that mama made for me. That's a lot, and I'm happy with all my gifts.
Now, what else did I want to update? Oh yes.
We've started school again. I'm sort of glad. Most of the time I didn't know what to do!
Also mama found a typing program. I'm ahead of my brother's. Mama says that's probably because I play piano, and my fingers are used to moving around on the keys. Now I know how to type all the letters on the computer, plus a few signs.
Guess what! Mama and I went to Hobby Lobby today. I got a little (or not so little) card board mailbox, 2 bags of pom-poms, 20 peel and stick sheets of foam, and 3 plastic masks ready for crafting.
I made a new best friend! Her name is Amberly. I'm going to her house Thursday after P.E. I'm making her a card too, and a whole Origami box of stuff!
Well I said I would write a story on my blog a while ago, and I did not write one, so here it is:
Tobin and the President
Tobin wanted to meet the president. So one day he took a trip. When he got there he discovered that the president was his own brother!
"What are you doing here?" he angrily asked his brother Arden. "Where's Obama? Where's the real president?"
"Well," said Arden. "These people thought I would make a good president, so they kicked Obama out and put me in the white house. And that's all there is to tell." He smiled at Tobin.
"But, but that's impossible!" sputtered Tobin. "You don't even know how to spell president!"
"Yes I do. P-r-e-s-i-d-e-n-t.
"But last time you-but how did you-your spelling has-!" Tobin fainted.When he came to
he was lying on a couch. For some reason it was hard to breath. Then he realized the problem.
"Arden get off! You're sitting on me!"
"I think you mean president Arden. And I'm the president. I can do as I want."
"But I can't breath!"
"I wasn't finished yet. Your ordering me around. I guess you'll just have to go to jail."
Tobin was determined not to go to jail. So he pushed his rear end up in the air, and Arden went flying onto the carpet.
"Ouch said Arden." Tobin punched him in the stomach.
"Oh yeah?" said Arden, and kicked him on the back. The fight was on.
Just then one of the guards came in. He stared in astonishment at them with his mouth
open. Then he came to.
"I'm sorry, but presidents don't fight.You will just have to get out of the white house." he said."Kickers!" 10 strong looking men came into the room, and began kicking them out of the room.
Since Arden wasn't president anymore, the two brothers went to live in Tobin's little pink house in Pennsylvania.
After a few weeks they awoke to find the president sitting at their dinning room table. He said:
"I'm tired of being president. Pack up your stuff and get going. I'm staying here."
Tobin and Arden looked at each other and shrugged.
"I guess it can't hurt to have 2 presidents." Tobin said.
So the two packed up their stuff, and moved to the white house. And that is the tale of how their came to be two presidents in the U.S.A.
Like it? Well I guess that's all. Bey
I got a C. ornament for my tree, a game called Kingsburg, (for the whole family,) some Peter Rabbit movies, 4 If I Were a Kid in Ancient... books, (ancient Egypt, ancient China ect.) a new bike helmet, a Colorado puzzle, a gift card to JcPennys, I got new shoes with it :-), a Dorthy doll, a fuzzy purple scarf, a gingerbread ornament kit, a Christmas tree headband, a art kit :-), roller blades, (Mama got them used, but I don't mind,) a grown-up lady's watch, a bear stamp set, and a journal that mama made for me. That's a lot, and I'm happy with all my gifts.
Now, what else did I want to update? Oh yes.
We've started school again. I'm sort of glad. Most of the time I didn't know what to do!
Also mama found a typing program. I'm ahead of my brother's. Mama says that's probably because I play piano, and my fingers are used to moving around on the keys. Now I know how to type all the letters on the computer, plus a few signs.
Guess what! Mama and I went to Hobby Lobby today. I got a little (or not so little) card board mailbox, 2 bags of pom-poms, 20 peel and stick sheets of foam, and 3 plastic masks ready for crafting.
I made a new best friend! Her name is Amberly. I'm going to her house Thursday after P.E. I'm making her a card too, and a whole Origami box of stuff!
Well I said I would write a story on my blog a while ago, and I did not write one, so here it is:
Tobin and the President
Tobin wanted to meet the president. So one day he took a trip. When he got there he discovered that the president was his own brother!
"What are you doing here?" he angrily asked his brother Arden. "Where's Obama? Where's the real president?"
"Well," said Arden. "These people thought I would make a good president, so they kicked Obama out and put me in the white house. And that's all there is to tell." He smiled at Tobin.
"But, but that's impossible!" sputtered Tobin. "You don't even know how to spell president!"
"Yes I do. P-r-e-s-i-d-e-n-t.
"But last time you-but how did you-your spelling has-!" Tobin fainted.When he came to
he was lying on a couch. For some reason it was hard to breath. Then he realized the problem.
"Arden get off! You're sitting on me!"
"I think you mean president Arden. And I'm the president. I can do as I want."
"But I can't breath!"
"I wasn't finished yet. Your ordering me around. I guess you'll just have to go to jail."
Tobin was determined not to go to jail. So he pushed his rear end up in the air, and Arden went flying onto the carpet.
"Ouch said Arden." Tobin punched him in the stomach.
"Oh yeah?" said Arden, and kicked him on the back. The fight was on.
Just then one of the guards came in. He stared in astonishment at them with his mouth
open. Then he came to.
"I'm sorry, but presidents don't fight.You will just have to get out of the white house." he said."Kickers!" 10 strong looking men came into the room, and began kicking them out of the room.
Since Arden wasn't president anymore, the two brothers went to live in Tobin's little pink house in Pennsylvania.
After a few weeks they awoke to find the president sitting at their dinning room table. He said:
"I'm tired of being president. Pack up your stuff and get going. I'm staying here."
Tobin and Arden looked at each other and shrugged.
"I guess it can't hurt to have 2 presidents." Tobin said.
So the two packed up their stuff, and moved to the white house. And that is the tale of how their came to be two presidents in the U.S.A.
Like it? Well I guess that's all. Bey
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