Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 07, 2019

Book Review: Jocelyn's Box of Socks

I am a huge lover of children's books. It's no secret. I've been collecting them since I was a teenager. Working for Highlights for Children and Boyds Mills Press was a dream come true. Me surrounded by kids' books? Game on.

So recently I noticed that the wife of a friend (from long ago) had a children's book coming out this month, and I approached her about reviewing it on here. I think it's quite an honor to promote a fellow writer, and I plan to make these reviews a regular part of my blog.

Without further ado...

Jocelyn's Box of Socks
Written by Kristen L. Jackson
Illustrated by Tino Santanach

From the first look, Jocelyn's Box of Socks is full of cheer. The cover is bright and pink, and the illustrations are fun and cartoon-like.

To me, it was all kinds of happy before I even opened the cover.

The beauty of children's books is their appeal to multiple audiences. A good book in this genre will offer an engaging story for children with enough substance for teachers/parents/grandparents/librarians to be able to use it for teaching a lesson or discussing a value or something similar. No preaching. Many kids learn best from mimicking what they see/hear demonstrated around them. It gives them a "this is what to do" kind of lesson without just saying "don't do this."

In Jocelyn's Box of Socks, we learn from the very beginning (even in the title) that the main character, Jocelyn, loves socks. She "loves all kinds of socks -- except boring, dull, plain old ordinary, all-white socks." The reader finds out she wears them in all seasons and with all kinds of shoes. She wears them because they make her feel happy.

Then one day, Jocelyn receives a box of socks from her grandparents. Since they know that she loves socks of all kinds, they send her a box of socks with different smiley emojis on them. Each pair is a different smiley emotion. Jocelyn is instantly in love and, after (unsuccessfully) trying to wear them all, she has to decide how to choose which ones to wear. She makes the decision to wear the socks that match her mood, starting with the happy faces. After a series of events in which she has to continually change her socks to match her current mood, she feels confused and frustrated as to what to do. She consults her brother with her quandary, and he suggests that she just wear the socks that she wants to, no matter what mood she feels. She loves this idea and even sees that she can mix and match her socks no matter what her mood because wearing socks makes her happy.

The book has a lot of positives beyond the story and pictures. The underlying theme of talking about emotions and how they can change is a gift to teachers, especially of younger kids who may not be able to verbalize about feelings just yet. The cadence and repetition of the kinds of socks Jocelyn likes furthers the fun and encourages kids to join in.

All in all, Jocelyn's Box of Socks is a fun and bouncy book that opens discussions about how we all have emotions -- big and small, good and bad — and they can change quickly. A bonus classroom guide is included in the back with discussion questions and activity suggestions.

Release date is May 28.



Enjoy!!

Friday, May 03, 2019

Friday Fun — and Frogs


I have always been a fan of frogs. I got a large stuffed frog toy named Flippo for Christmas when I as five. He was my best friend and confidante and helped me immensely through the many moves my family made in the years that followed.


So I’m using this blog post to promote a fantastical frog book.

Check it out and enjoy!!

Adorable and fun frog book by a favorite author and poet.





Thursday, March 24, 2016

Issues of the Day

Recently, I was reading a few reviews about some middle-grade books that are new on the market. The reviewers raved about how EVERYone should read these books...and how they wished they'd been around when they were young...and how it would have "helped" them through some tough issues they'd faced. The books in question were about the death of a parent.

Hmmm...

The popular notion at the moment is to write stories for middle school kids about tough issues facing them. We want them to be prepared and know how to face and handle complex issues...some of which we're not even comfortable facing or handling. BUT, they will know how.

Because?

Because they read about a girl in a book who faced that very same issue and saw how she handled it -- nevermind that the issue might be one some kids will never face or have to handle. Let's stress them out some more. Because, after all, if they don't know how to handle every issue that might come their way, they'll flounder.

What if they never even knew about certain issues? Would it really hurt them?

I write all of this tongue-in-cheek, of course.

I'm reminded of something we were taught in our prenatal parenting sessions. "Dress the baby for the weather, not based on what you're feeling."

So you, as an adult, think a story about a boy facing the death of his mother and learning how to deal with it and let go is a good thing. Because you're an adult and know how to handle such things. And a kid, of 9, 10, 11, should be able to handle it, too? How can you (with adult eyes) truly see it through the eyes of young person again?

We are doing our kids a disservice when we give them issues that are way too old and mature and complex for them to really need to think about. What happened to reading for entertainment? For pleasure? For a nice story about a nice family in a nice setting with happy thoughts?

Sure, life is definitely not always nice, but don't we all inherently know that without having to be reminded in books and television shows and movies?

Middle-grade readers read alone. They sit in their room or on the bus or in the library or on a blanket in the grass and read...and they take in all they are reading...alone. Those thoughts and ideas swirl around in their heads. They try to make sense of them. They try to handle the complex ideas of divorce and death and sex and relationships -- way before they need to -- alone. Certainly, some kids will chat with their parents about their reading materials. (Or, worse, with friends who are also just as uncertain.)

But, com'on, let's be honest. How many of us adults really take the proper amount of time to talk "lit" with our kids, to philosophy and mull over and exchange thoughts about what's being read, what the author might have meant, what the subject is about? How many have time? How many want to take time?

We're all too busy. And, heck, if the kids are reading, that's a good thing, right?

Wrong.

Reading for pleasure is an awesome thing. I'm a huge lover (and collector...see this post) of all things books. I worked for a publishing house, and I'm currently a newspaper correspondent. I love stories! I love the idea of reading and teaching it and teaching the love of it.

But what if the materials are unnecessarily too complex and stressful for our kids? What if we take a step back and say, "I love this book and what it's talking about...now...when I get it...knowing what I know at this moment."

What if ideas and concepts that are too big for our kids are putting unneeded worries and stress in their lives? What if they don't always need to know about certain problems until (and unless) they actually face them? What if we save such materials for then? So they know they're not alone...instead of making them worry "what if"s all the time?

When I was 10, my parents gave me a book of stories about kids and their struggles. One of the stories dealt with a girl whose parents divorced. I hadn't really heard much about divorce. I knew that my mom's parents (my grandparents) had divorced, but it didn't occur to me that someone my age could have divorced parents. The girl had to live a few days at a time at each parent's house, trying to figure out which to love each time. I worried myself sick over that story. I thought my parents would divorce, and I would be forced to choose, and that sickened my heart. Why did I really need to read that? So I'd be prepared? My parents will be married 55 years this June...it really wasn't an issue I needed to read about at 10. I would have learned in the years that followed more about divorce and kids having to spend their time split between their parents' homes...but I would have been more mature and less likely to fret so much.

Let's try to remember that children are young for such a short amount of time. There's no need to rush them into reading about the "issues" of the day. Let's let them stay innocent. And why not? We all know that time and life will change that.

Until then, keep these newer middle-grade books away and bring them out for the kids who need them...when they need them.

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What do you think? Is this an issue you faced as a child? What books do you remember reading that you felt too young for? 

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Traditions of Love Lit-Tea-really!

Tradition! Tradition! Tradition! [Click here for a video of this famous song of the same name from "Fiddler on the Roof."]

Anyone who knows me well knows that I love traditions. It's no surprise that I suggested and am working on a story for the Mature Living section of the local newspaper about how important traditions are and how to make them.

But as much as I love them, I know firsthand how incredibly hard they can be to keep going, especially with family dynamics constantly changing and growing.

Therefore, today's "Throwback Thursday" is brought to you by a wonderful tradition we've managed to keep, and Albright College, Ernest Hemingway, Starbucks, and Little Debbie's pumpkin cookies.



It's a little bit of an upgrade since kindergarten...with stories by the Brothers Grimm, milk tea, and pumpkin cookies.


But time shared together -- with books and "tea" -- always makes memories and traditions that are just as sweet!

Monday, January 19, 2015

Silly Ol' Pooh Bear

Last year, Ethan and I read A. A. Milne's Winnie the Pooh for school. We fell in love with all the characters and Milne's fantastic sense of humor.

More than that, we loved the imagination and charm that filled the book. We loved it so much that we had to immediately find the sequel The House at Pooh Corner and devour it as soon as it arrived.

I love sharing good books with our kids. I love reading the words, letting the rhythm and song fall on our ears. I especially love when the older kids listen surreptitiously from another room. This time they just came and joined us. Everyone was very excited every time I announced it was time to read again.

Ethan turned six last September. Can you guess the favorite book he got for his birthday?

Now We Are Six. 

And it's a definite favorite, judging by the number of times we've read and reread it.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Saturday Sweethearts

I'm so thankful for how much my children love each other. Don't get me wrong, they have their moments of wanting to strangle each other, too. (Sometimes more often than we parents would like.) But it isn't unusual for them to find something fun to do together.

Here are my boys this morning, reading together from a pile of books I discovered on a shelf under our coffee table. They spent another half-hour reading more of them together.

Relaxing mornings. Amusing books. Brotherly love. Three perfect ingredients for a Saturday Sweethearts post.


Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Of Time and Books and Love

I love books. I've always loved books. I think that's what drew me into writing at a very young age.

Growing up, we always had a ton of books in our house, and my mom was a great believer in going to the library for more. One year when I was a kid, we even spent a rainy day on our beach vacation at the local library.

I love the way books smell and feel and, well, everything about them.

I'm especially fond of children's books. I started collecting them when I was a kid myself. So it was a huge thrill, years ago, to work for Boyd's Mills Press, the book publishing arm of Highlights for Children. I got to see the process of publishing children's books up close and personal.

As time moved on, however, and babies appeared on the scene, my patience level waned for reading anything longer than a board book. I had a stack of books that I wanted to read...but never seemed to have the stamina to do it.

Once the older two kids became more self-sufficient, though, I began to read again...a bit. Then another little one arrived and my reading level dropped to the point of merely reading the front and back covers of books I hoped to one day have the energy to read.

And so the stack grew taller, until I finally decided that I'm a "collector" of books. As a collector, I have the option of reading or not reading the books I have on my shelves, right?

Somehow that relieves some of the guilt I've been feeling in having all these fun books and not reading them -- yet.

Works for me, especially since I still love books -- to collect and (hopefully) read. *wink-grin*

Monday, July 09, 2012

Monday Musings and Memories

Happy Monday!

Wow! Is July really speeding along...nearly the middle of the month. Sheesh!

It was amazing to go to Target yesterday and see school supplies out ALREADY?!?!? Seriously? I mean, don't we get to enjoy a bit of summer break without thinking about "back to school"?

Guess not.

Stuart says it won't be long until they have out all the Christmas stuff. Give 'em a month or so, he says. Which reminds me that they are...drum roll, please...171 more shopping days until Christmas. This has been a PSA brought to you by Writer's Block.

So many thoughts...so little brainpower to get them written down.

My boys are vacuuming for me as I type. Really cute. Edward is manning the larger (real) vacuum, while Ethan follows using his Fisher-Price (pretend) one. Edward volunteered. Really sweet, huh? Emily is at play practice for "Twelfth Night," which opens on August 3rd, pending no rain. I think she's actually pretty excited, and she's really clever at learning her lines so quickly. Here's hoping she remembers them under the weight of her nerves.

Speaking of school. I heard Ethan whispering sounds during the prayer time at church yesterday. He was sounding out the word "EXIT" at the back of the sanctuary. He was quite pleased with himself when he figured it out...and so was I, though I did remind him that we should be quiet since we were praying. He's so clever with his learning, sucking it all up like a very thirsty sponge. I get excited by it, but then I'm quick to remember that the other two were just as clever. It makes me feel very blessed...and very daunted, being their teacher.

We suffered through a mini heatwave at the end of last week, and I don't think the air conditioner turned off at all during that time. I know that other parts of the country have been suffering for much longer, some without power. With temperatures close to 100 on Saturday morning, Emily decided she just had to have the next book in the Ender's Game series. So since we have a small used bookstore up the street that carries them, she begged Stuart to take her. He told her it was way too hot...but, being the book lover that I am, I said I would go with her. I've been looking to buy the book I Captured the Castle for less that the $14.99 Barnes & Noble is charging...so going along I knew I might get lucky and find it there.

Wow!

We hadn't even gone 10 feet and the wave of heat nearly melted us into a puddle. We made it there -- found her book and a bag of others (not the original one I hoped for but $5 for a bag of books?), as well as a book of short stories by Fitzgerald -- and back without frying too much. Yikes. What we do for our kids, right?  And, just for the record, it got to 102 F on Saturday.  Hot enough to fry an egg?

I am actually (finally) reading a book again. It's called The Janson Command, the sequel to a Robert Ludlum book I read a few years ago. Not written by him, of course, since he died back in 2002 and this just came out but still very good. I have a stack of other books to read, and I'm hoping this greases the wheel for me to get reading again.

I'll end with a photo I decorated in memory of Molly, Edward's guinea pig. It was a hard day yesterday, but we know that God cares for all of His creatures, big and small, and that He loved her, too.

Friday, April 06, 2012

GOOD Friday!

It’s the end of the most significant week in the history of the world.

A week of final moments. Jesus and the apostles’ last meal together. The last time Jesus prays in the Garden. The concluding confrontation with enemies. The final encounter with pain.

And the last event. . . a daring display of unleashed divine power. The entombed Savior unbound by a holy explosion. What was a sepulcher is now a symbol…landmarking the greatest victory in the most crucial battle.

A week of final moments. A week of endings.

Or is it the beginning. . . .?
 
 
Chapter One


When I was a young boy I was part of a church corps which took communion to the shutins and hospitalized. We visited those who were unable to come to church but still desired to pray and partake of communion. I must have been ten or eleven years of age when we went to one hospital room that housed an elderly gentleman who was very weak. He was asleep so we tried to wake him. We couldn’t. We shook him, we spoke to him, we tapped him on the shoulder, but we couldn’t stir him.

We hated to leave without performing our duty, but we didn’t know what to do.

One of the young guys with me observed that even though the man was asleep his mouth was open. Why not? We said. So we prayed over the cracker and stuck a piece on his tongue.

Then we prayed over the grape juice and poured it down his mouth.

He never woke up.

Neither do many today. For some communion is a sleepy hour in which wafers are eaten and juice is drunk and the soul never stirs. It wasn’t intended to be as such.

It was intended to be an I-can’t-believe-it’s-me-pinch-me-I’m-dreaming invitation to sit at God’s table and be served by the King himself.

When you read Matthew’s account of the Last Supper, one incredible truth surfaces.

Jesus is the person behind it all. It was Jesus who selected the place, designated the time, and set the meal in order. "The chosen time is near. I will have the Passover with my followers at your house."

And at the Supper, Jesus is not the guest, but the host. “And [Jesus] gave to the disciples.” The subject of the verbs is the message of the event: “he took…he blessed…he broke…he gave….”

And, at the Supper, Jesus is not the served, but the servant. It is Jesus who during the supper put on the garb of a servant and washed the disciples’ feet.

Jesus is the most active one at the table. Jesus is not portrayed as the one who reclines and receives, but as the one who stands and gives.

He still does. The Lord’s Supper is a gift to you. The Lord’s Supper is a sacrament, not a sacrifice.

Often, we think of the Supper as a performance, a time when we are on stage and God is the audience. A ceremony in which we do the work and he does the watching. That’s not how it was intended. If it was, Jesus would have taken his seat at the table and relaxed.

That’s not what he did. He, instead, fulfilled his role as a rabbi by guiding his disciples through the Passover. He fulfilled his role as a servant by washing their feet. And he fulfilled his role as a Savior by granting them forgiveness of sins.

He was in charge. He was on center stage. He was the person behind and in the moment.

And he still is.

It is the Lord’s table you sit at. It is the Lord’s Supper you eat. Just as Jesus prayed for disciples, Jesus begs God for us.6 When you are called to the table, it might be an emissary who gives the letter, but it is Jesus who wrote it.

It is a Holy invitation. A sacred sacrament begging you to leave the chores of life and enter his splendor.

He meets you at the table.

And when bread is broken, Christ breaks it. When the wine is poured, Christ pours it.

And when your burdens are lifted, it is because the King in the apron has drawn near.

Think about that the next time you go to the table.

One last thought.

But they are sacrifices of thanksgiving as a salvation received, not sacrifices of service for a salvation desired. We don’t say, “Look what I have done.” We instead, in awe, watch God and worship what he has done.

Both Luther and Calvin had strong convictions regarding the proper view of the Lord’s Supper.

“Out of the sacrament and testament of God, which ought to be a good guest received, they (the religious leaders) have made up for themselves A good deed performed.” (Martin Luther, Luther’s Works American Edition, 36:49)

“He (Jesus) bids the disciples to take: He himself, therefore is the only one who offers. When the priests pretend that they offer Christ in the Supper, they are starting from quite another source. What a wonderful case of topsyturvy, that a mortal man to deserve the body of Christ should snatch himself to the role of offering it.” (John Calvin, A Harmony of the Gospels, 1:133.)

What happens on earth is just a warm-up for what will happen in heaven. So the next time the messenger calls you to the table, drop what you are doing and go. Be blessed and be fed and, most importantly, be sure you’re still eating at his table when he calls us home.



Chapter Two

It's nearly midnight when they leave the upper room and descend through the streets of the city. They pass the Lower Pool and exit the Fountain Gate and walk out of Jerusalem. The roads are lined with the fires and tents of Passover pilgrims. Most are asleep, heavied with the evening meal. Those still awake think little of the band of men walking the chalky road.

They pass through the valley and ascend the path which will take them to Gethsemane.

The road is steep so they stop to rest. Somewhere within the city walls the twelfth apostle darts down a street. His feet have been washed by the man he will betray. His heart has been claimed by the Evil One he has heard. He runs to find Caiaphas.

The final encounter of the battle has begun.

As Jesus looks at the city of Jerusalem, he sees what the disciples can’t. It is here, on the outskirts of Jerusalem, that the battle will end. He sees the staging of Satan. He sees the dashing of the demons. He sees the Evil One preparing for the final encounter. The enemy looks as a spectre over the hour. Satan, the host of hatred, has seized the heart of Judas and whispered in the ear of Caiaphas. Satan, the master of death, has opened the caverns and prepared to receive the source of light.

Hell is breaking loose.

History records it as the battle of the Jews against Jesus. It wasn’t. It was a battle of God against Satan.

And Jesus knew it. Jesus knew that before the war was over, he would be taken captive.

He knew that before victory would come defeat. He knew that before the throne would come the cup. He knew that before the light of Sunday would come the blackness of Friday.

And he is afraid.

He turns and begins the final ascent into the garden. When he reaches the entry he stops and turns his eyes toward his circle of friends. It will be the last time he sees them before they abandon him. He knows what they will do when the soldiers come. He knows their betrayal is only minutes away.

But he doesn’t accuse. He doesn’t lecture. Instead, he prays. His last moments with his disciples are in prayer. And the words he speaks are as eternal as the stars which hear them.

Imagine, for a moment, yourself in this situation. Your final hour with a son about to be sent overseas. Your last moments with your dying spouse. One last visit with your parent. What do you say? What do you do? What words do you choose?

It’s worth noting that Jesus chose prayer. He chose to pray for us. "I pray for these men. But I am also praying for all people who will believe in me because of the teaching of these men. Father, I pray that all people who believe in me can be one . . . I pray that these people can also be one in us, so that the world will believe that you sent me."

You need to note that in this final prayer, Jesus prayed for you. You need to underline in red and highlight in yellow his love: "I am also praying for all people who believe in me because of the teaching." That is you. As Jesus stepped into the garden, you were in his prayer. As Jesus looked into heaven, you were in his vision. As Jesus dreamed of the day when we will be where he is, he saw you there.

His final prayer was about you. His final pain was for you. His final passion was you.

He then turns, steps into the garden, and invites Peter, James, and John to come. He tells them his soul is "overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death," and begins to pray.

Never has he felt so alone. What must be done, only can he do. An angel can’t do it. No angel has the power to break open hell’s gates. A man can’t do it. No man has the purity to destroy sin’s claim. No force on earth can face the force of evil and win—except God.

"The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak," Jesus confesses.

His humanity begged to be delivered from what his divinity could see. Jesus, the carpenter, implores. Jesus, the man, peers into the dark pit and begs, "Can’t there be another way?"

Did he know the answer before he asked the question? Did his human heart hope his heavenly father had found another way? We don’t know. But we do know he asked to get out.

We do know he begged for an exit. We do know there was a time when if he could have, he would have turned his head back on the whole mess and gone away.

But he couldn’t.

He couldn’t because he saw you. Right there in the middle of a world which isn’t fair. He saw you cast into a river of life which you didn’t request. He saw you betrayed by those you love. He saw with a body which gets sick and a heart that grows weak.

He saw you in your own garden of gnarled trees and sleeping friends. He saw you staring into the pit of your own failures and the mouth of your own grave.

He saw you in your Garden of Gethsemane—and he didn’t want you to be alone.

He wanted you to know that he has been there, too. He knows what it’s like to be plotted against.

He knows what it’s like to be confused. He knows what it’s like to be torn between two desires.

He knows what it’s like to smell the stench of Satan. And, perhaps most of all, he knows what it’s like to beg God to change his mind and to hear God say so gently, but firmly, "No."

For that is what God said to Jesus. And Jesus accepts the answer. At some moment during that midnight hour an angel of mercy comes over the weary body of the man in the garden. As he stands, the anguish is gone from his eyes. His fist will clench no more. His heart will fight no more.

The battle is won. You may have thought it was won on Golgotha. It wasn’t. The final battle was won in Gethsemane. And the sign of conquest is Jesus at peace in the olive trees.

For it was in the garden that he made his decision. He would rather go to hell for you than go to heaven without you.


Read the rest at: http://www.maxlucado.com/pdf/passion.pain.promise.pdf and http://www.maxlucado.com/

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Another Reader Is Born?

My kids are rabid readers. I just can't keep them in books. A trip to the library could happen every other day, and they still wouldn't have enough reading material to satisfy their voracious appetites.

I say this not as a "mommy bragging" moment -- though I am very proud of them -- but more as a "mommy excitement" moment. It utterly facinates me how quickly they devour the books we check out.

(For awhile I tried to limit their weekly library book reserve to 5 books each to keep it tidy and to remember how many we borrowed. But how could I possibly say no to "Could I please take out 7, Mommy? There are these two other books that I was hoping to read.")

And that's not even beginning to count the speed at which bookstore giftcards are used to extend their personal libraries. Sometimes the newly-purchased books are read before we even get home.

Hmm...

I was reading this blog post about readers being "born or made," and I have to agree with the author that most readers are born.

I've seen many kids who live in households filled to the brim with books, who have little to no interest in cracking open a page or two of one. That said, however, I think exposure and parental interest plays a key part in the process, too, as well as (gulp!) turning off (gasp!) the ultimate zapper of book enthusiasm: the television.

Perhaps it helps, too, that my hubby and I both are book lovers?

But years ago when naptimes ended, I began a reading tradition in our house. I decided to continue that "quiet time/mommy break" by enforcing a one-hour reading time right after lunch each day -- with Saturdays "off." It gave all of us a break and forced the kids to look into another "world" for a little while. Even now, if time and our schedules allow, that reading time extends voluntarily.

Okay. So enter our new little guy, 5-month-old Ethan. Will he be a "born reader," too? Well, if he continues his current interest in "eating" the letters and words he sees on t-shirts and studying the packed bookshelves that he's been staring at since birth, I'd have to say yes.

Only time -- and a pile or two of his own books -- will tell.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Unpacking a Year

So I spent last Tuesday evening unpacking our school boxes so that I could be sure we have all of our supplies for our new school year. And I have to admit it was very fun.

All sorts of fun literature books and science supplies -- including a microscope -- and new workbooks and music/story CDs and art supplies and blow-up globes and maps came out of the boxes. It's always interesting to see what new things they'll learn for the year.

Both kids were dying to help out, but I wanted it to be a surprise for them...to keep their excitement for starting school. I did forget and blurt out in amazement that part of Emily's science kit included actual bacteria. And, of course, that fact spread like wildfire from Edward, who'd overheard me, to Emily who came running down to "see" it. Hmm... I'm not sure what she thought she'd see.

But you gotta be excited when your kids are so excited about school.

Sure, the "honeymoon" will wear off after awhile, but until then, I'll treasure their enthusiasm.

Monday, January 07, 2008

Monday Musings Afresh

Hmm... Will Season 7 of 24 ever start? Photo thanks to BennyBlog.
Happy Monday! And welcome to the first Monday Musings in the first full week of 2008!

A new day, new week, new year! Wow!

And another new number to write on my checks. *sigh*

I hope you enjoyed your Christmas and New Year's holidays. We enjoyed ours and now life is settling back into our usual routine. Sometimes that feels good after the excitement and hubbub around the holidays.

So still no 24 on the schedule.... *weep... gnash... grrr... sigh* It's so hard to think that months ago we were all counting down to next Sunday's date...for the big Season 7 premiere. Oh, well. I'm working through Seasons 1-6 again, and we're catching up on the other shows we enjoy, as well as a few movies -- old and new.

We started school again today. I decided to give the kids a few extra days off since they were ahead in their studies and needed a rest from the busyness of the holiday season. Plus, it made it easier for me to start up their new weekly units. *wink* (A method in my madness, no?)

They start French this month. I'm not sure how much they'll pick up at the beginning. The program our school uses is designed to be more like when babies first pick up language from hearing it spoken. It should be interesting since Stuart and I use that as our parental "code" language. We're scrambling to think of what language we can learn that can take its place as our "code" lingo. Portuguese tops the list, followed closely by German. Know of any good tutors?

We had an interesting Christmas Eve evening. Stuart was asked to read the Christmas story from the Bible at church, and on his way up to the mic for a sound check before the service, I saw that he had a huge rip in the seat of his pants. Hmmm.... Let's just say that Scotch tape doesn't work well on cloth material. After surreptitiously walking to the front and slinking back out, Stuart managed to keep from showing off his BVDs.

Funny how different our ears can be. The kids and I were listening to music last week during their various Solitaire games, and Emily finally blurted out during one song, "Who is Mr. Simon and why do they want him to come?" I laughed and explained it was "Mr. Sandman," and they wanted him to come and help them go to sleep so they could have sweet dreams.

Then she was singing along with the Beatles and their "Yellow Submarine" song, saying, "We all leave in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine... But where are they going when they leave?" *grin*

Edward was so tired tonight that he came down and asked when I was coming to tuck him in and say prayers with him. (He and his sister were allowed to read before "lights out" tonight.) So I hurried up to kiss him goodnight and put him to bed.

Stuart didn't have the chance to get upstairs for another half-hour, and I told him the kids were probably asleep already. Apparently, Emily was indeed sleeping, but Edward was bright-eyed when Stuart entered his room. Stuart told him that he thought he'd be asleep already to which Edward replied, "I was waiting for you." *sniff-grin-sniff*

Since tons of chocolate, mountains of cookies, and a Boxing Day feast wreaked havoc on our waistlines, Stuart, my mom, and I decided to do a virtual walking "race" to Los Angeles. Stuart mapped the mileage, and we just have to keep track of how much we walk. We all agreed it should be fun. Now to get started... Stuart already has. *gulp*

I was driving through R-City today, and as I sat at a particularly long light I started to look around at the various people in my vision field. I thought about my day and the plans I had for the rest of the afternoon and evening...and I wondered what was on their minds.

What thoughts and plans filled their noggins?

Everyone has a story. Be it a good or bad one...it's still a story. The plot and soundtrack as unique as the individual him/herself. Well, there are a few themes that seem to run through most people's lives. We all live in our own little soap opera, right?

It always brings a new perspective to my mind...knowing that I'm not the only one in this world, walking about with ideas and plans bouncing around in my head.

Whenever I moved from a particular area when I was young, I imagined that life stopped. Just like a show when an episode stops for the week. In my mind, people froze in time so that if I went back to visit one day everything would be exactly the same...except me, of course.

I came to realize that was silly to think, but it was a hard reality for me to accept.

I just hate change. *wink*

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5 THINGS TO BE HAPPY ABOUT
• a buffet spread
• Elmer’s glue and glitter
• mah jong games
• breathing deeply
• reading Goodnight Moon

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Sometimes I find a list with five things I love. This was one of them. That makes it really hard to pull out just one item to muse about.

But I'll do my best....though now I want to break out the glue and glitter (just plain crazy, I know) to makes something artsy and fun.

I'm probably the only parent living who never understood the storyline of Goodnight Moon.

(Okay, maybe I'm the only one willing to admit it.)

I blame it on the poor punctuation in the title. I didn't realize that the "speaker" in the book was bidding goodnight to the moon, as in "Goodnight, Moon."

Nor did I realize that the whole thing was one big stall tactic.

Duh, me.

The child speaker is saying goodnight to everything in the room and then in the outer world in an effort to keep from having to go to sleep.

I kept thinking that it was just a whimsical way to say goodnight...and I was ready to smack the kid and say, "Stop talking and go to sleep!"

Okay, okay...I'm not really that violent.

But I didn't really like the book at first. I thought it was dumb. I didn't understand all the hype.

Then when I heard that it was just an effort to delay a visit from Mr. Sandman, I laughed and enjoyed it.

Perspective, right?

Goodnight, Moon! Goodnight, gentle reader.