Encouraging Children, As We Should.

I love the books that people write that are not really for children, but are made to crack up newlyweds and young adults and horrify parents.

One prime example of this is Shel Silverstein's (Author of When the Sidewalk Ends) Uncle Shelby's ABZs. This book is HILARIOUS.

It's a full book, too. Not just with definitions of each letter, but drawings, game ideas, and even instructions on how to make a policeman voodoo doll.

It would be interesting if that money scenario actually worked.

I would definitely recommend clicking on these pictures to view them and read them easily.

Don't you just love Shel Silverstein?

"...Maybe he will buy you a cowboy suit." (I didn't take these pictures, and I apologize for not being able to find better ones via Google, and I also apologize for not wanting to scan by own book in and get arrested.)

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I would DEFINITELY recommend this book. It's a great size and perfect for reading on a rainy day. Or in the case of the Rocky Mountains, snowy/blizzarding day like today. There's nothing bad in it, other than being irresponsible and influential to kids. My mom actually insists in the book being hidden at our cabin in a random cabinet cupboard.

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Two of my personal favorite pages that I unfortunately was not able to find pictures for:

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B is for Baby.

See the baby.

The baby is fat

The baby is pink

The baby can laugh

The baby can cry

See the baby play

Play, baby, play.

Pretty, pretty, baby.

Mommy loves the baby,

More than she loves you.

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D is for Daddy.

See Daddy.

See Daddy sleeping on the couch?

See Daddy's hair?

Daddy needs a haircut.

Poor Daddy.

Daddy has no money for a haircut.

Daddy spends all his money to buy you toys and oatmeal.

Poor Daddy.

Daddy cannot have a haircut.

Poor, poor Daddy.

See the scissors?

Poor, poor Daddy. . .

Why Our Neighbors Hate Us

This is what my sister Caroline and I did today with our freetime.

Yes, our mother IS out of town.
I would reccomend clicking on a picture to see the full effect of our work.

Sleep in heavenly peace....

What Happened?

I was looking through some old Facebook pictures today of the summer with my friends, middle school, and all of the silly things that we used to do and have so much fun together. Some I laughed aloud when I saw, some I remembered, and some made me really sad inside.

We were so carefree, whether it be making a human pyramid at Laird Park, jumping off of my roof, running around in the snow for no reason, or even pretending like we were photographers AND models (that's embarrassing). We were so happy, and accepting of each other. We were our group, our names woven together as one, despite our many differences. Silly notes were passed, ridiculous hand shakes were made, and man, the inside jokes were endless... Together we watched Pam finally fall for Jim, we poured so much of ourselves into the dreadful Clayton Middle School plays, we awkwardly giggled about Emma's first endeavours with boys (and her not being able to admit she was gorgeous) we laughed together at our own stupidity...

You guys were my all. Confidants. Friends. We did everything together, each from different backgrounds, each with different likes and dislikes. An orchestra of personalities, making a symphony of music. We all watched eachother's backs.

Then.

Promises broken. Disturbances.

We're breaking up, aren't we? Is this goodbye?

Please don't leave.