creative writing

if i manage to get out to my office in the morning before the girls are awake, i usually have about an hour before Ally finds me. it's always her.


me: i'm writing a poem this morning.
ally: a poem about what?
me: about space.
ally: you mean, like: "space larvae, space larvae, where are you going?"
me: exactly like that.

[runs to get her fairy diary, which locks up with a real key]


i'm a creative writer. want to draw some creative periods? you could get some information from them.  [draws a heart (i think he's trying to get some love from me), a flower, an eyeball, a regular period, a smiley face]

what other fancy stuff could i draw as periods?

Poem, 5.25.12

Fall, Fall, when will you stop?
Tell me, please.
In the spring, Lisa. 
OK, Fall. 



The End

by Krista and her daughter, Allyn (but really by Allyn)

feel me better

Liv has been having a lot of sad feelings lately--feelings that can only be assuaged with candy. you might say these feeling exist only because of the candy. i let her think she really has to ham up the act to get the reward, but really i'd give it to her anyway. i mean, look at her. shouldn't she get candy?

"Mom, I feel sad about candy. Candy will feel me better."

--The Livermeyer Sugarbeggar

Oliver!

i am trying to remember if i felt injustice this deeply when i was five years old. Ally likes to watch musicals with Bim on Sunday afternoons. this week they watched the story of Oliver Twist ... as you may know there is more to this story than dancing fishmongers and cheeky pickpockets. there are orphans -- orphans in danger. Liv was mostly bored but it's possible Ally wasn't ready. such a tender heart that one has.

also, she objected to having her picture taken. pretty bad of me, right?