The Children's Book Quote of the Day

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Princess-y September 30, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 1:05 pm

Anabel had never worn a glass slipper. Not one. She had never danced all night or slept on a pea. Never. And she had never been kissed (by toad or prince). Ever.

But there was one thing (one very princess-y thing) that Anabel-not-Anabella could do better than any princess. (from The Hinky Pink by Megan McDonald)

I’ve never danced all night, worn a glass slipper, or slept on a pea. My name doesn’t end in -ella. But I can make a pie better than any princess. Truly, I make delicious pies. I’m just curious–what can you do better than any princess? Let’s celebrate our strengths today–go ahead and brag. What do you do really well?


The beginning of fairies September 29, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 9:45 pm

You see, Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. (from Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie)

I went to a baby shower today. It made me think of this quote. I don’t know if there’s any better sound than the sound of a laughing baby. It makes you believe in things. When Benjamin was an infant, he would sometimes stare somewhere behind us and laugh out loud like something invisible was entertaining him. Maybe it was fairies. I think it was an angel. 🙂


Anyone but herself September 28, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 9:58 pm

Pauline was too happy and excited to want to be anyone but herself just then. (from Anne’s Windy Poplars by L.M. Montgomery)


There is a place September 27, 2010

Filed under: Chapter Books — Kristi @ 11:10 pm
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“There is a place where you can go, where everything is–“

“Is what?” Dallas said.

“–where everything is magic,” the bird said. (from Ruby Holler by Sharon Creech)

Lovely little book. It will make you want to use the word “putrid” in everyday conversation, make up recipes to solve daily problems, and run through the trees making noise. I highly recommend it.

And I recommend looking at your home in a new way. Look at it through the eyes of a child. Jon and I live in a fairly small rent house owned by his parents. We have two bedrooms and one bathroom. If I’m looking at it only through my own eyes, I see carpet that needs replacing, walls that are too white, furniture stained with crayon marks, and a mess that never seems to be finally picked up. But if I look at it through Benjamin’s eyes, it is a wonderland of adventures and hidey-holes, climb-able terrain, endless buttons to push, a whole world to discover. A place where he does most of his adventuring and all of his snuggling, eating, and dreaming. A place where everything is magic. Home.


Live it September 26, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 6:49 pm

If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself. (from Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan)

Today, I shirked homework and went to hear the Boston Pops Orchestra perform on Boston Common.  It means that I’ll have to work pretty hard tonight and tomorrow to get my assignments done, but it was totally worth it.  In fact, so far, this whole move has been totally worth it.  Even when I miss my friends and family and horses and Tex-Mex and barbeque, I’m glad that I decided to come here.  Because this is my life–the only one I get–and I want to live every minute of it.


Giving Trees September 25, 2010

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 3:12 pm

Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, “Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy.” (from The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein)

Today I went with friends to an orchard and picked apples.  It was fun, and beautiful, and it smelled wonderful.  And I’m pretty sure that if apples represent a fruit of the Spirit, it’s joy, because joy overflows at apple orchards.


Without you

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 9:00 am

Without you, I’m just a sock without a boot. (from Ruby Holler by Sharon Creech)

To Jon: Let’s multiply our six years by ten and grow to be an old sock and an old boot together.