"A Frog in the Bog"

So, today was Thursday story time at the Suntree/Viera branch of the Brevard County Library system, and as seems to be the emerging trend, I appeared to be enjoying the books more than the toddlers. I really don't think it was fair that I had to move so the little kids could see, but I did anyway. They could have stood by the door so they could be first in the story room just like I did, but whatever...
The theme of the day was frogs, and my favorite book was A Frog in the Bog, by Karma Wilson. A Frog in the Bog has plenty of rhyming and a catchy meter, and when merged with a repetitious theme mimicking "there was an old lady who swallowed a fly", it had all of the elements necessary to catch and hold the attention of a two year old. Well... the two year old was still singing row, row, row your boat, but I was enthralled, and by end of the book I could almost remember that the fly had swallowed ONE tick, TWO fleas, THREE flies, FOUR slugs, and so on...

In the belly of the frog
On a half-sunk log
In the middle of the bog

Now, you know you want to say that over again, don't you? Go ahead, no one's watching, and I won't tell!
Of course, there is a HUGE plot twist that you never see coming, but I won't spoil the surprise, you'll have to either check it out from the library or pick it up on Amazon if you want the rest of the story.

*signs off*, murmuring "in the belly of the frog, on a half-sunk log, in the middle of the bog"

"A Frog in the Bog"

So, today was Thursday story time at the Suntree/Viera branch of the Brevard County Library system, and as seems to be the emerging trend, I appeared to be enjoying the books more than the toddlers. I really don't think it was fair that I had to move so the little kids could see, but I did anyway. They could have stood by the door so they could be first in the story room just like I did, but whatever...
The theme of the day was frogs, and my favorite book was A Frog in the Bog, by Karma Wilson. A Frog in the Bog has plenty of rhyming and a catchy meter, and when merged with a repetitious theme mimicking "there was an old lady who swallowed a fly", it had all of the elements necessary to catch and hold the attention of a two year old. Well... the two year old was still singing row, row, row your boat, but I was enthralled, and by end of the book I could almost remember that the fly had swallowed ONE tick, TWO fleas, THREE flies, FOUR slugs, and so on...

In the belly of the frog
On a half-sunk log
In the middle of the bog

Now, you know you want to say that over again, don't you? Go ahead, no one's watching, and I won't tell!
Of course, there is a HUGE plot twist that you never see coming, but I won't spoil the surprise, you'll have to either check it out from the library or pick it up on Amazon if you want the rest of the story.

*signs off*, murmuring "in the belly of the frog, on a half-sunk log, in the middle of the bog"

What's This Thing In My Bed?

What's this thing in my bed
Under the sheet?
It jumped on my leg
As I started to sleep.

It's skinny and long
With fur on each end,
And it's shell is quite hard,
It surely won't bend.

I don't want to look,
I am really quite scared.
I don't want to move
Until it's ensnared.

Oh, what shall I do
And where shall I go?
So I grabbed my left shoe
And dealt it a blow.

I turned on the light
And gazed at the bed.
Thank goodness, I'm saved!
The Q-tip is dead!

What's This Thing In My Bed?

What's this thing in my bed
Under the sheet?
It jumped on my leg
As I started to sleep.

It's skinny and long
With fur on each end,
And it's shell is quite hard,
It surely won't bend.

I don't want to look,
I am really quite scared.
I don't want to move
Until it's ensnared.

Oh, what shall I do
And where shall I go?
So I grabbed my left shoe
And dealt it a blow.

I turned on the light
And gazed at the bed.
Thank goodness, I'm saved!
The Q-tip is dead!

Sky Divers

We had a wonderful Sunday afternoon lazing about on the deck of Sebastian Beach Inn last weekend and were delighted to be "invaded" by some adventurous folk from Skydive Sebastian.  Evie had fallen asleep from all of the fun and fresh air, but woke up just in time to watch in amazement as the plane spilled out tiny spots that transformed into a colorful kaleidoscope of parachutes.  I'm not sure what she was thinking when she finally grasped the metamorphosis of color into actual people falling from the sky, but the look on her face was priceless.   Some times you are just in the right place at the right time.  This was one of those times.

I've seen Free Divers
Sea Divers

And hey look at me divers.

Cave Divers

Brave Divers

And I need a shave divers.

Boat Divers

Moat Divers

And let's take a vote divers.

Day Divers

Night Divers

And just not quite right divers.

But what a surprise,
I can't trust my eyes,
I didn't know divers
Could come from the skies!

First came the airplane
That circled around
Higher and higher
Away from the ground.

And then I saw dots,
That then became spots
Of color and fabric
There were quite a lot.


Closer and closer
and closer to me,
Swooping and looping
Right down to the sea.

And then, just in time
They came in to land
Touching down gently
Right in the sand.

Of all of the divers

That might catch your eye,

I like the divers

That come from the sky!

Sky Divers

We had a wonderful Sunday afternoon lazing about on the deck of Sebastian Beach Inn last weekend and were delighted to be "invaded" by some adventurous folk from Skydive Sebastian.  Evie had fallen asleep from all of the fun and fresh air, but woke up just in time to watch in amazement as the plane spilled out tiny spots that transformed into a colorful kaleidoscope of parachutes.  I'm not sure what she was thinking when she finally grasped the metamorphosis of color into actual people falling from the sky, but the look on her face was priceless.   Some times you are just in the right place at the right time.  This was one of those times.

I've seen Free Divers
Sea Divers

And hey look at me divers.

Cave Divers

Brave Divers

And I need a shave divers.

Boat Divers

Moat Divers

And let's take a vote divers.

Day Divers

Night Divers

And just not quite right divers.

But what a surprise,
I can't trust my eyes,
I didn't know divers
Could come from the skies!

First came the airplane
That circled around
Higher and higher
Away from the ground.

And then I saw dots,
That then became spots
Of color and fabric
There were quite a lot.


Closer and closer
and closer to me,
Swooping and looping
Right down to the sea.

And then, just in time
They came in to land
Touching down gently
Right in the sand.

Of all of the divers

That might catch your eye,

I like the divers

That come from the sky!