Enjoying the Chaos

I have been reading poems to Captain every night. It's easier than a complete book, but still gives a great connection time. We are reading  Now We Are Six  by A.A. Milne. We have really loved this book but by far our favorite is :- The King's Breakfast by A. A. Milne  The King asked      The Queen, and      The Queen asked      The Dairymaid:      “Could we have some butter for      The Royal slice of bread?”      The Queen asked      The Dairymaid,      The Dairymaid      Said, “Certainly,      I’ll go and tell      The cow      Now      Before she goes to bed.”        The Dairymaid      She curtsied,     ...

The New Year is a time of evaluating. Looking back at where we have been and what we have done and looking forward to the future. I am sure if we take a look back at our lives there are things we would have done differently - hindsight is a wonderful thing. However I also know that the choices we make and the experiences we have make us who we are. Thinking about this reminded me of a poem I read at school, then again with Boo. The Road Not Taken Robert Frost TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,      And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood   And looked down one as far as I could      To where it bent in the undergrowth;               Then took the other, as just as fair,         And having perhaps the better claim,        Because it was gr...

I found two poems today that I had memorized as a child. As I read them to my four year old, I realized that I still knew them. This reminded me how important memorization is to our education. Here are the poems; Hunter Trials   By John Betjeman It's awf'lly bad luck on Diana, Her ponies have swallowed their bits : She fished down their throats with a spanner And frightened them all into fits. So now she's attempting to borrow. Do lend her some bits, Mummy, do ; I'll lend her my own for tomorrow, But today I'll be wanting them too. Just look at Prunella on Guzzle, The wizardest pony on earth; Why doesn't she slacken his muzzle And tighten the breech in his girth? I say, Mummy, there's Mrs Geyser And doesn't she look pretty sick? I bet it's because Mona Lisa Was hit on the hock with a brick. Miss Blewitt says Monica threw it, But Monica says it was Joan, And Joan's very thick with Miss Blew...