Monkey made up this poem this evening while chatting to daddy about Limericks.
There was an old man who liked honey
He bought the spread with some money
He licked it with glee
And said “Yummy!”
That was the old man who liked honey.
This is a work in progress by Monkey. He is having trouble sleeping so we have been composing a Jubilee Alphabet. I’m not sure if this is the finished version, as I’ve left him thinking about it, with a view to continuing tomorrow if he is in the mood.
Anniversary
Balloons and bunting, blue
Celebrations and cake
Diamond
Elizabeth, England
Flags, fun
Golden crown
Hats
Ice-cream
Jubilee
King
London
Music
Nice day, Northern Ireland
Overtired
Party
Queen
Roundabout, red
Songs, Scotland
Tents
Union Jack
Vicar
White, Wales
eXcellent day
Yawn
Zzzzz…time to go to sleep (the Queen is tired)
This is Monkey’s version of the milkshake recipe which I posted about a few days ago. He has written several copies, which I keep finding around the house. I think he has probably copied it from the book, but he at least he is getting lots of writing practice. I wondered whether to suggest making some different milkshakes and writing recipes for each one, but maybe I shouldn’t interfere as the whole thing was his idea in the first place. It has led to lots of reading, writing and interesting discussions so far, so I might wait and see what he comes up with next.
The hardest thing about starting to write is the blank page – or screen. When I thought about writing this blog I realised that the title could have become something I agonised about for so long that I would never have begun. So instead I thought, I’ll just choose the first thing I can think of and get on with it. Looking around the room, I happened to spot a rather beautiful box with a picture of The Very Hungry Caterpillar on it – having previously contained a mug and bowl gift set, it is now waiting to house “precious things” when I finally decide exactly which things are precious enough for such a gorgeous box! So that is how this blog came by its name. Only afterwards did I notice it was quite apt. Watching children grow and develop into the amazing people they were created to be is perhaps a little like watching caterpillars changing into butterflies. Only a bit more noisy and messy…