Narrative Poem

The Mouse in the Mail

Did I tell you the story of the mouse in the mail?
No? Well then, I will tell you his tale.
One day little Betsy found a small mouse;
She decided to bring it right into the house.
When her mother saw it she gave a loud shout,
"Get it out, get it out, get it out, out out!"
Betsy didn't want to let the little mouse go.
So she came up with a plan, a bad one, you know.
She decided to send the mouse right through the mail!
"I'll send you to Jack," she said, stroking his tail.
So Betsy got a pretty large box;
Unfortunately, it attracted a fox.
This time sweet Betsy just had to be rude:
Shaking her fist she cried,"Go away, you!"
When the fox had gone she took the box to her mother.
"Would you please mail this to my brother?"
"Of course, my little sweet Betsy dear,"
She said. Betsy grinned from ear to ear.
The poor little mouse didn't know what to think!
He was being lifted before he could blink.
Betsy's mother took him to the post office to mail;
The mouse ran around nervously chasing his tail.
Betsy's mother said, "Can you mail this to my son Jack?"
"Of course," the attendant replied."Be right back."
She came back and gave the box to the UPS man.
"Can you take this to Jack?" The man said,"I sure can."
He drove for half-an-hour, not very long
Until he stopped and said,"This is where you belong."
He went to the porch and rang the doorbell.
"A package for you from Mrs. Campbell."
"Thank you very much," Jack said. "Good-bye.
"Have a nice day." the man said,"I sure will try."
Jack took the box into the house.
When he opened it he was shocked to find a live mouse!
He must have liked the gift Betsy sent
Because he decided to keep the rodent.
Now you know all of my little tale
'Cause there isn't any more to tell of the mouse in the mail.

The Story of Baby Zaden

On Tuesday, August 23, around 9:00 Mama started having contractions. She shooed us to bed so that she could get some rest and told me to sleep on the couch. Around 4:00 A.M. she woke me up and told me to tell grandma it was time to go to the hospital. We got there around 5, and by then mama was having some painful contractions. The mid-wife, Jo-Ann, asked me if I wanted to help catch the baby. I said yes, and around 1 1/2 hours later I had helped deliver my first baby. He was the biggest of all mama's babies (8.3 lbs). I held him for large amounts of time and was sad when I had to give him up. I took some pictures of his first bath and when we got his footprints. We had to leave soon after that, and when we got home I think I took a little nap. The next day around 1:00 mama and Zaden got to come home. We welcomed them with homemade signs. Here are some pictures of us:

Summertime

Summertime, when it is hot,
Children run, and jump, and play,
Laughing in the sprinkler.

Hungry, little children
Eat watermelon.

Dribble, dribble,
Down their chins,
red, messy, good.

Juicy watermelon.
A cold, yummy snack
in Summertime.

Two New Haikus

Snowflakes fall gently;
White against the darker shade
Of the evergreens.

Wind blows; leaves rustle.
Shivering,I wrap my coat
Around my body.

Limerick

Here's a limerick I made up last night:

There once was a man who loved to eat
Fruits, vegetables, candy and meat.
But one day he stopped,
For his belly had popped,
And all that was left were his feet.

My Birthday

So far, this has been a great day! We got to sleep in an extra hour, we had no morning chores or school work, and best of all, we had cowboy cake for breakfast! I can't wait for Arden to open his presents. I made him a kite. But don't tell him that.

1...2...3..Dresses

At dinner tonight Kenna came to the table wearing one of my Christmas dresses. I don't mind her wearing my dresses, but during mealtime is a different matter. Mom toled her to go change, and she came back wearing one of my pretty summer dresses. Mom told her to go change again, and this time she came down wearing one of HER pretty summer dresses. However, we were all hungry so Mom just said: "You know what, it's one of her dresses. I don't care if she wears it during dinner; and if it gets dirty it's her fault." So, finally, we got to eat dinner.