Mookie made this in “Rainbow Chasers,” the after-Sunday-school time at church where she often spends two or three hours due to my having classes. I love all the different shapes and the way the sentences tend to end in the middle of a line, creating a nice rhythm. And it’s such a sweet, loving story, with a “happily ever after” that is not about a wedding. The child has a way with words, and with art too. I don’t know where she got this idea.
A transcript follows for the sake of readers with small screens.
Once upon a time…
A tiger loved a penguin. The problem was,
the penguin was afraid of the
tiger because she thought that he would
eat her. One day, the penguin was
sitting on a bench and reading a book when
suddenly, the wind picked the book right up and carried it
into a tree! The penguin had only flippers and wings so she couldn’t
get her book out of the tree!
Luckily, the tiger had seen the penguin’s dilemma and, being a tiger, he
was excellent at climbing trees! Before the penguin could so much as
blink, the tiger was climbing the tree. And
before she could blink again, he had the book in
his paws and was offering it to her. Just then, that very day, the penguin realized
that the tiger wasn’t really that scary after all, and that
he just wanted to be friends.
And from that day on, the tiger and
the penguin were best friends and lived happily ever after.
This is the kind of moment that sounds inevitably like bragging, but it is too funny not to share. We were at dinner and Mookie picked up one of her broccoli florets and started peeling off strips and popping them in her mouth. “Look, it’s string broccoli!” she said.
Mookie is in jewelry-making camp for spring break. She made us matching bracelets.
I love our family, and one of the best things about it is how much Mookie loves it.
Mookie at nine minutes:
Mookie at nine days:
Guidemother Darcey’s son Nick takes responsibility for introducing the newcomer to books
Sleeping with a blissful Mami
Mookie at nine weeks:
Mookie at nine months:
Mookie at nine years:
A birthday present she can open again and again
Happy birthday, big girl! We love you more than words can say.
We have developed an annual tradition of reading The Latke Who Couldn’t Stop Screaming (Lemony Snicket, illustrations by Lisa Brown) aloud at Hanukah, even though it is subtitled “A Christmas Story.” This is the first year that Mookie was solely responsible for the reading. She read with great flair for a crowd, and showed us the pictures and cued us to scream “AAAAAAAAAH!” at the right times. Even The Donald was rapt.
Photos: Pam Gehrke. Thank you, Pam!
Mookie, with a winning smile: Do you think Santa will bring me presents, because I’ve been a good girl?
Mama: Santa loves you no matter what. He doesn’t care whether you’re good.
She continues with what she’s doing for a few minutes. Then, suddenly:
Mookie: I thought he did care. Isn’t that part of the whole Santa thing?