Baby Dreams

Have you ever wondered what a baby's dream is like? Here is my rendition of what I think my sister's dream is.

Ashleigh is walking in our house. She is not baby anymore, she is big and grown-up like her sister. She is running around, just doing whatever she pleases, when she remembers that there are gummy bears in the kitchen cupboards. Now, knowing she is a big girl, she decides to get to them herself.

Just as she walked into the kitchen, she found a giant wall of legos blocking her way. She smiled to herself and did a perfect karate kick through them, just the way her sister did. She kicked her way through and found herself at the kitchen cabinet. She opened it, and when she did, billions of trillions of gummy bears poured out.

The gummy bears carried her outside, wear MORE gummy bears were waiting. She screamed and tried to get away, and as she ran towards the disappearing driveway, a giant lemon gummy bear picked her up and ate her. She screamed, and then woke up to find herself safe in her crib.

Maddie

Poetry

The Winter Of My Discontent

A painting hangs upon my wall,

And it depicts some mountains tall,

Below the mountain,

Waterfalls, and streams that run afar,

And in the darkness of the night there isn't but a star.

Coffee

Sweet delicious goodness,

Packed into a cup,

Coffee is an easy way to get my good mood up.

Dump it in the filter, then dump it in a mug,

Dump it in your mouth, but don't dump it on the rug!

Best Friend

A best friend should be someone,

Who's always there for you,

A best friend should be someone who you know is always true.

A best friend never cheats,

A best friend never lies,

A best friend protects all your secrets from the gossiping flies,

They comfort you when you are sad,

And never try to make you mad,

A best friend should always be there for you.

Life From My Sister's Point Of View

Today was an on-off day for me. As always, I can barely communicate, so I only sometimes get what I want. My sister, parents, and friends do a pretty good job of understanding me though. Like when I say, " Baba", they know it means bottle, but some of the other things I say, they have no clue what I mean. It's not easy to be small, and not know how to let people know how you feel. So here are parts of my day today.

I distinctly remember taking a trip to a place I see very rarely: The councilor's office. My mom was there while we waited for my sister to come out of the office, and I had a very good time playing. I wonder what would happen if I went up and knocked on the door? Or if I was in the room even? I got to go in for a short period of time while my mom and dad went to the bank, but then I was lugged back outside again. What a bore!

After counseling,  my sister convinced dad to take us for my favorite food of all time ... pizza! I absolutely adore getting to sit at a big-girl table, without my booster seat, and watch the excitement. While waiting for my food to come, I watched a TV that was behind us. It showed some blurry colors, and I kept hearing an annoying voice. I was mesmerized by a small baby that was running around the restaurant. I wanted to tell my parents that I wanted to do it too, but I am not that experienced in language yet.

Finally, on the car trip home, we listened to my favorite song: Heartbreaker by Pat Benetar! I love it because I can sing some lines of it, just like my sister always does. I always feel very grown-up when I sing along with her. When we got home, unfortunately, I had to go to bed. I hate my room, and my crib. It's always too stuffy or too cold, never just right. But I love my Dad's singing technique ... I always fall asleep. Talking about sleep .... Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ..... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ...


Goodnight,
Maddie
(and Ashleigh too )

Poetry

Footprints

Foot prints in the snow,

Foot prints in the sand,

Foot prints that are ugly,

Foot prints that are grand,

By and by the people go,

They leave their foot prints in the snow,

My puppy wanders land to land,

Leaving paw prints in the sand,

All the footprints look so grand,

When they mix together.

The Iceberg

The tip of an iceberg,

Looks so small,

It makes you wonder,

If it's there at all,

But small things can be bigger,

Than they really seem,

Icebergs only look big if you see them in a dream.

Frankenstein Berries

When we get blackberries up here in NH, we usually get small sour berries, barely worthy of the name "berry". But in the winter, when we run out of blackberries, we rely on the grocery store to get good berries for us. Now, usually the store finds good berries, but this time, the berries were GINORMOUS! Dad gave them the nickname " Frankenstein Berries", and I thought of this think a thought.

Now I am going to tell a story for fun to tell how they became big. It was a nice summer day, and the blackberries on the vine were still small. Today they were going to fall off their bush, but they were afraid that since they were so small, they would not get picked up and shipped off. The bigger blackberries gloated, and teased the smaller ones for not getting picked.

Finally, a man came around with a basket, picking the blackberries up. When he saw the small ones, he said: "I can fix you up," and he squirted the berries with a growing juice. The berries were very excited to grow, and they puffed larger and larger, and they did not stop growing until they were the biggest blackberries of the bunch. They got packaged and sent to a big store, where they were bought and eaten.

The end.

My Poor Puppy

Urgent news! Lucky is sick! He has not been feeling well for awhile now. When Dad got sick, Lucky stopped playing rough and settled down. I figured it was because Dad was sick and Lucky could sense it. But then, after Dad got better, Lucky still acted down and droopy. But today was the biggest shock of all.

Just a half hour ago, Lucky threw up on the rug! It was gross. He started by coughing, then hacking, and finally spitting out such mulch it made ME want to barf. I kinda looked like a brown, mushed up sausage and some yellowish puke that came up with it. It was disgusting!

The worst part was facing it though. I can't stand looking at puke, or I feel like I will puke. And Dad told ME to go put a paper towel over it! Me, Miss afraid of blood and puke, go anywhere near that disgusting grime!? FORGET IT! I thought to myself. But then, I just swallowed a mouthful of water and put the paper towel over it, and it wasn't so bad after all ... BUT IT'S STARTING TO SMELL!!!! DAD, GET DOWN HERE!
Maddie

Lucky's Treasures

Lucky drags in many things from the woods, as you already know from earlier posts. Here are a few of the things that he has dragged in recently:

A long, narrow stick with a sort of handle in it. I think it makes a good hiking stick.
Half of a small dead snake. I think he killed it, but I am not sure.
Lucky seems to have taken a liking to dead things, because he dragged in a dead mouse a couple of days ago. Bleh!

Out of those things, the hiking stick is definitely my favorite object. Dead things are just plain gross, especially when you know it was YOUR DOG who killed the defenseless little creature. Lucky seems to have found out how to take his collar off, because yesterday, as I was playing in the snow, I saw him running around with it in his mouth.

Lucky's Treasure

The yard is filled with treasure, but not the normal kind,

The treasure that we have, is the treasure you could find,

When roaming city streets, or climbing mountains tall,

You might think you are messy, but our yard has it all,

From wood to stones, from mice to snakes,

The junk Lucky finds, from the neighbors' he takes,

But one mans' junk is another mans' treasure,

And from all his garbage, Lucky gets pleasure.