The Children's Book Quote of the Day

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No bolts of lightning May 23, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 8:48 am

Thor’s thunder boomed and crackled above him blackly.

“OKAY, THEN,” screamed Hiccup, “HIT ME with your stupid lightning. Just do something to show me you’re thinking about me AT ALL.”

But there were no bolts of lightning for Hiccup. (from How to Train Your Dragon by Cressida Cowell)

[Sorry I forgot to post yesterday!]


A better thinker May 21, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 10:04 pm

Anybody who can have a twenty-minute conversation with a winged shark the size of a planet and come out of it alive is a better thinker than I am. (from How to Train Your Dragon by Cressida Cowell)


Onward May 20, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 8:53 pm

But on you will go

though the weather be foul.

On you will go

though your enemies prowl.

On you will go

though the Hakken-Kraks howl.

Onward up many

a frightening creek,

though your arms may get sore

and your sneakers may leak.

(from Oh, the Places You’ll Go! by Dr. Seuss)

Oh my, did the Hakken Kraks ever howl today! It was a leaky-sneaker, sore arm, paddle through the muddle day. One minute my toddler son and infant nephew were screaming and clinging and I thought, “Why, oh why did I have a pre-conception check-up recently? Why am I even thinkingabout having another baby?! I can’t handle it!” But the next minute they were sweetly cuddled up in my lap, snuggling their wonderful downy heads against my chest and smiling precious smiles while I sang What A Wonderful World. And I thought, “Oh my gosh, I could have about a hundred of these precious things!” And then my nephew went to sleep and Benjamin wanted me to read to him and we read so many wonderful little books. He’s really starting to understand the books better and he fills in so many words when I pause for him to. It’s just marvelous.

Then we went to the zoo and Benjamin discovered the joys of jumping in the puddles from this morning’s rain shower and the perplexity of wrinkled up toes when the wet muddy socks came off. It was fun.

But when we got home, when I lifted my nephew from his carseat, I felt how hot he  was and I saw the pathetic look on his face and I knew. The day was going downhill after this. I checked his temperature. High fever. I searched for infant Tylenol while Benjamin poured sticky pineapple juice from his lunchable all over the floor. My mom came over for our usual Friday lunch (thank goodness!) and I fixed sandwiches and tried to keep my cool while she fed the extremely fussy baby. I don’t know how he accomplishes so much in such a short span of time, but in a half hour Benjamin managed to scatter the debris of a lifetime throughout the house. I stripped him of his sticky clothes and started a load of laundry, then popped him in the bathtub and mopped up the pineapple juice while the tub filled. I put the baby gate up so no one would run in and slip on the wet floor. But, just as I finished washing my son, I heard my mom exclaim. The puking had started.

And it didn’t stop. Not for a while. I’ll spare you the rest of the details.

Anyway, in the end, even though it was a long long long long day, it’s the sweet cuddly babies that left the deepest impression. It was Benjamin filling in the words in his favorite books that made me not mind so much when the shower I finally got to take was interrupted by him throwing rubber ducks and plastic dinosaurs in at me. It’s the sweet downy wonderful smelling heads that help me go on.


However big May 19, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 11:41 pm

Just because an animal is large, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember that he wants as much kindness as Roo. (from Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne)



Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 12:05 am

The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed…. (from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling)


Bonus post May 18, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 10:22 am

This is a post I wrote on my other blog shortly after Benjamin was born. I thought of it today because I have been trying to win a new swimsuit over at The Frugal Novice. I hope you enjoy this…feel free to laugh at my expense.

If You Give a Mom a Muffin-top (with compliments and apologies to Laura Numeroff)

If you invite a mom to the pool, she will gladly accept because she wants to see her baby enjoy the water.
After she accepts, she will realize she doesn’t have a swimsuit that fits her.
So she will take the baby with her to JC Penny where she will select two swimsuits from the sale rack.
She will need to try them on, so she will park the stroller in front of the changing room miror and strip down.
The baby will start to cry because his stroller is not moving.
The mom will have to let him cry because she is stuck in a tangle of spandex and nylon that is too small.
When she gets untangled, she will pick up the screaming baby and wiggle into her blue jeans while holding him.
She will leave JC Penny and go home.
Obviously, she will need a baby-sitter before she can shop for a swimsuit.
A few days later she will try again, but this time she will take someone to hold the baby while she tries on swimsuits.
She will not find anything at two department stores and will resign herself to the truth that she will have to go to Dillards and blow her budget.
After trying on no fewer than fifteen swimsuits, she will decide on one that is only $12 over her budget.
Looking at herself in the mirror, wearing a size 10 swimsuit, she will remember that she used to wear a size 6.
This will make her want to go work out.
So she will need something to wear to work out in.
If you feel my pain and want a chance to win a Swankini, head on over to The Frugal Novice at

A lot of pretending May 17, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 10:49 pm

Grown ups sure do a lot of pretending and call it politeness. (from Miss Charity Comes To Stay by Alberta Wilson Constant)