Saturday, July 20, 2013

Harriet Hits the Hay


Harriet Almahny was a 6 year old girl. She lived with her Mommy, her Daddy, her brother Jim, her sister Cadence and her Gran. Harriet hated to sleep. She dreaded 8:00 p.m. Every night she would slowly drag her feet, pout, beg, cry, and whine but she had to go to sleep anyway.

It was a warm slightly cloudy evening, Jim was getting ready to leave for a sleepover. "Bye, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Burt's mom is taking me home. See you mom, dad, Gran, Cadey, and Harriet."

Harriet rushed up and squeezed her big brother. "Bye Jimmy, I'll miss you.," she said as she looked up at him with her big blue eyes. 

Jim didn't let anyone else call him Jimmy, but he didn't mind with her. Honk! Honk! As Jim left Harriet glanced at the clock, 7:58, two minutes to bedtime. "Uhhhhhhhh, Mommy, I'm going to play dollhouse." she nervously exclaimed.

"Park it, bedtime." Mommy said.

Harriet sighed. "Mommy can't I stay up late tonight? I really wanted to play dollhouse, I just set it up. Pleeease? I'll go right to bed, I promise!" Harriet pleaded.

And then she used her secret weapon. The legendary puppy dog face. "Harriet, that doesn't work on me. Go. Daddy and I have to go to a meeting now. Gran will be right there to tuck you in. Bye. Love you." Mommy sharply replied as she kissed everyone good-bye.

Harriet trudged up the stairs. She really didn't want to go to sleep. "Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" Harriet shouted.

Gran stepped into the pink flowered room and sat on the edge of Harriet's bed. What is it darling?" Gran asked wearily.

"Gran will you sit with me until I fall asleep." Harriet asked.

She knew that Gran would fall asleep soon which would make it easier for her to sneak out. A half hour later Gran was fast asleep. Harriet quietly slipped out. She snuck into Cadence's room. Cadence was awake on her laptop. "Cadey, can I play with you?" asked Harriet sweetly.

"I'm not on my laptop." Cadence exclaimed as she closed it and hid it under her blanket.

"Please Cadey. I won't tell Mommy." she slipped her hand into her big sister's.

"Fine, let's go to the playroom." she answered.

Harriet smiled and clapped her hands.

"First I have to go to the bathroom." Cadence said.

Harriet climbed into her sister's bed to wait in. It was so comfy and cozy. Harriet's eyes fluttered, then slowly closed. Then her head hit the pillow and she fell asleep. Cadence came back to find her bed taken. She found Gran in Harriet's bed so she went to sleep in Gran's room. When Mommy and Daddy got home, Daddy decided to check on everyone so he went to Cadence's room and found Harriet, then he went to Harriet's room and found Gran, finally he went to Gran's room and found Cadence. He shook his head and went to sleep. In the morning everyone woke up to find themselves in each others beds. "Well at least we found a way to get Harriet to go to sleep."

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Maggie in the Middle

 Today's story is not only for my daughter but by my daughter.

Maggie in the Middle

Maggie was a 7 year old girl. She had an 11 year old sister named Maryn, and a 1 year old sister named Aubry. Maggie never got the attention. She was so jealous. It was always Aubry or Maryn that got the attention. Aubry was cute, adorable and little and funny. Maryn was older and got to do cool things.

Even on Maggie's birthday she didn't get the attention. It was still Aubry and Maryn that got the attention every single year. She was so jealous and upset. “I hate Maryn and Aubry!” she screamed.

“You don't hate them.” Mommy said.

Aubry started to cry.

“Maggie!” Mommy screamed. “You made Aubry cry.”

“I don't care.” Maggie screamed back. “I hate her!”

“Go to your room, Maggie.” said Daddy.

“But, daddy!” whined Maggie.

“Room now!” he repeated.

Maggie groaned and went to her room. When she got to her room, she heard Daddy call out “And, no playing with your toys! Sit and think about what you did wrong.”

“I hate you!” she screamed.

Aubry continued to cry.

One day later, it was Aubry's 2nd birthday. Aubry ran into her parents room and said “It's my birthday. I 2!” Then, she ran into her sister's room jumping up and down. “It's my birthday! I 2.” She
was so excited that she knocked down some of Maryn's make-up.

Maryn sat up in bed. “Happy Birthday!” she said.

Aubry ran into Maggie's room and said “It's my birthday! I 2.” She accidentally knocked down Maggie's pile of blocks. “Oopsy!” she said.

“Aw! I worked hard on that!” cried Maggie.

Then, Mommy and Daddy and Maryn walked in. “We'll help you fix it .” they said. Even Aubry helped. They were actually paying attention to her even on Aubry's birthday. She knew they must really love her, and she never got jealous again.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Good Kitty and Bad Kitty

Once there was a Good Kitty and Bad Kitty owned by a little girl named Phoebe Bryant. Good Kitty was sweet and lovable. She was friendly and loved to be held. She would sit on Phoebe's lap for hours. She never tried to get out of the house. She never got into any trouble.

Bad Kitty was  always getting into trouble. She never wanted to cuddle up. She always wanted to wander around. She was always trying to wander out the door. She was always getting into things.

"Phoebe!" Mommy called. "Come get Kitty!" Phoebe would run into Mommy's room and find Kitty all balled up in Mommy's knitting yarn. She would laugh and untangle her silly kitty.

"Phoebe!" her older sister Phyllida yelled. "Would you get your stupid cat!" Phoebe would find Bad Kitty up on Phyllida's dresser knocking over all of Phyllida's makeup. Phoebe would smile to herself and scoop up Bad Kitty and take her away. She didn't know why Phyllida needed so much make-up anyway.

When Daddy called from the garage, Phoebe had to go and coax Bad Kitty out from under the outside toy bin so Daddy could open the garage door. By then, it wasn't so fun anymore chasing Bad Kitty around and Phoebe didn't smiled or laugh. She just shook her finger at her little kitty and said "Bad Kitty!"

Good Kitty was just the opposite. She would chase away all the little annoying bugs that scared Mommy. "What a good Kitty." Mommy would say patting Good Kitty on the head just as Phoebe gathered her cat up in her arms and took her away.

"You can leave her here for a little while, you know." Phyllida said as Phoebe took her soft warm precious ball of  fur and slid her off Phyllida's lap where she had been cuddling. "She's mine." Phoebe reminded her sister jealously scooping her sweet baby kitty out  of her sister's lap.

Good Kitty went and chased the ball when Daddy threw it. She didn't chase socks or  go after people's legs and various body parts when they moved them under the blanket.

When Phoebe woke up in the morning or came home from school or got ready for bed or whenever she saw a little white cat, she said "Which Kitty are you Good Kitty or Bad Kitty?." There weren't really two Kitties at all. There was one kitty who could be bad or good, friendly or not friendly, sweet or not so sweet depending on the day and time and the situation and a million other factors. She was a cat with a mind of her own. Just like Phoebe was a girl with a mind of her own. However, whether it was a Good Kitty day or a Bad Kitty day or a Good Kitty or Bad Kitty minute, or Good Kitty or Bad Kitty hour. Phoebe loved her Kitty and Kitty loved her right back.