It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Every morning

Every sunny morning when we walk by the river on our way to the park, or maybe just to go frolic in the field by the river, Poppy will do this.

Stop, point.

If you were here with us, with that lovely scene in front of you, you might think that she’d noticed a fish (carp, probably) breaking the water and splashing back, causing a cascade of circular ripples. Or maybe she spotted one or two of the royal swans. A red-wing blackbird? A heron? A frog?

But if you were here with us, you’d be able to hear her little voice, high with delight. Every sunny morning that we walk along the river, Poppy will stop, point and call out,

“Look! SPARKLES! SPARKLES!”

And every sunny morning, I love the sparkles. Almost as much as I love Poppy.

June 14, 2012 Posted by | Ottawa, Poppy, the things they say! | , , | 1 Comment

Happiness. Damp edition

Our poem for the week? “Happiness”, by A.A. Milne. No, we don’t do a poem a week. But we do them when the mood strikes or they seem hugely appropriate. This one seemed downright unavoidable.

John had
Great Big
Waterproof
Boots on;
John had a
Great Big
Waterproof
Hat;
John had a
Great Big
Waterproof
Mackintosh —
And that,
(Said John)
Is
That.

Yes, all my toddlers know what a mackintosh is. (No, that’s evidently not “john” in the picture, but it’s the best picture I could find. Besides, this is an equal-opportunity site…)

We have actions for this. First we stomp in place, getting the beat. STOMP-stomp, STOMP-stomp, STOMP-stomp…

JOHN had GREAT big WATERproof BOOTS on (Pull up one boot, then another)
JOHN hada GREAT big WATERproof HAT (Grab imaginery brim and pull firmly down over head)
JOHN hada GREAT big WATERproof MACKintosh (Do up the toggles of your mackintosh)
And THAT, said JOHN, (fold one arm, fold the other)
IS
THAT. (NOD firmly)

So there. Mucho fun.

(Totally tangential: Happy St.-Jean-Baptiste day, all you lucky Quebeckers…)

June 24, 2008 Posted by | books | , , , | 6 Comments