{joyous fruit loops} #sol16

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Illness strikes again in our house. M. just finished up her antibiotic last Wednesday for an ear infection. P. complained of a headache, tummy ache, and was sleepy tired with a limited appetite. All this led to a trip to the doctor.

Sure enough. But this round? Strep. Antibiotics started immediately.

P. was sad to miss another day of learning and projects. My heart broke when I picked her up during read aloud and she started crying not wanting to miss the book! (I smiled a little inside ... )

We occupied our day with Valentine projects, reading books, games, and a little TV. We picked up her sister at the end of the day.

"P.! Look what we made?!?" M. shouted as she pulled out a Fruit Loop 100 day of school necklace.

P. looked at me disheartened. Tears formed.

"I told Miss April you would LOVE this project! So look! Here are all your materials! You can make a necklace too!" M. explained as she held up the glorious bag of Fruit Loops. (Once again, smiling to myself: 'materials' ...)

"Thank you, Sissy!! Thank you!!" P. exclaimed as she grabbed her bag of "materials." P. was delighted beyond belief. And M. was just so proud to know her sister so well.

I love these little moments of pure joy ... even if it was all about Fruit Loops and the necessary materials.

A Conversation with My Writer Self

I don't know what to write about today. [Scratching head. Bulging eyes staring at the blank screen.] Write about the ordinary. Write about the little things. Just write and write. I know, I know. But I don't know what to write. [Shoulder shrug. Clicking fingertips on the keyboard.] Open your writer's notebook. Search for an idea, a seed, a spark. Let it grow, ignite and you will write. My writer's notebook? Oh, that little book that has been ignored? Unattended? Left blank? [Digging and searching for my notebook.] Live the life of a writer. Ideas breathe all around you every day. In and out. In and out. I know. I know. [Dusting the notebook off. Cracking it open as if it hasn't been opened in years.] It's time to revive the notebook. Open your eyes and ears to your world that's waiting to be captured and shared. I know what to write about today., but first, let me write down a few ideas. [Bringing my wr...

{bedtime stories} 2/31 #sol16

The March Slice of Life Story Challenge hosted at the Two Writing Teachers Join us for a month of writing! _________________________________________________________ "Time to head upstairs. PJs on and let's brush teeth!" My very favorite time of the day is bedtime with the girls. I hurry and hustle and bustle them along, so that we have plenty of time to settle into a bedtime story or two (or more like three). Each girl picks out a book and then one usually snags a third. "Mommy, this is one that you want to read. Right?" When the girls are completely ready for bed, we meet in my bedroom to snuggle in the big bed. I'm in the middle, sandwiched between the two girls. Heads resting close by, slowly slithering closer, they each nestle on my shoulder to get a closer look at every ...

sols: a gift of words

Slice of Life hosted at the Two Writing Teachers . Join in and share a slice of your life. One of the best gifts I give myself is time to write Monday evenings for the Tuesday Slice of Life. That writing time allows me the opportunity to think about the little moments in my life. Sometimes those moments are big and important. Other times it's a funny moment that made me laugh. Or a celebration, a word, a poem about the ordinary life. I'm still amazed that I have been writing each week for over three years! Yet, there is another gift . . . My mom and dad have published my writing. Just this past Christmas, I received volume five of my blog writing. Yes, I have five books f...

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