Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Kayla, another story by Jayden


Kayla
By Jayden



Chapter 1
Kayla rescues her sister

Kayla was a beautiful speckled grey unicorn.  She had a marking shaped like a teardrop barely showing under the bangs of her scarlet mane.
“Ouch! What was that for?” Kayla asked her little sister Mangetalia.
“He He!” Mangetalia said, “Yow got pinchied!”
Yeah, thanks for the information, thought Kayla as she went outside.
She stomped all the way out to the fort she had made out of six hollow logs and unpoison ivy.
Suddenly, red sparks flew up, directly from Wintergreen River.  Kayla rushed over.  It was Charlette, the bully that was always shoving other unicorns around.
“Ohhh, Kayla, Badger got your tongue?" Charlette taunted, pointing at a little magenta unicorn drifting down the river.
“You didn't!” snarled Kalya. 
Charlette answered, “Oooh, no. That's the Mangetalia brat. She's too stupid.”
“You!” spat Kayla.  She tried to knock Charlette out of the way.
“No use, brat!” cackled Charlette.
“Oof!”  Kayla reared up with her hind legs and finally knocking Charlette away, Kayla raced upstream, only stopping once to catch her breath.
Kayla found her sister.  Gripping Mangetalia's tail very tightly, Kayla pulled with all her might.
Splash!
Mangetalia and Kayla tumbled backwards out of the water.
“Whoopee!” shouted Mangetalia gleefully. 
“Our adventure's not over yet,” said Kayla, and they both fell over into a fit of giggles.


Chapter 2
The First Annual Race of the Unicorns

“No, Ka-Ka, I beet you dare!” chanted Mangetalia.
Their Mother was a Wizard's race unicorn, and Kayla was in the race with her Mother.  Their Mom's name was Luna.
“Excited, my little champion?” asked their Mom.
“Yup!!!” said Mangetalia.
“She meant me,” snapped Kayla.
“Oh poo!” answered Mangetalia, turning a brilliant shade of red.
“Welcome to the unicorn races!” yelled the squat wizard. 
The wizards went wild.  “Yeah!”

“Whahoo!” they screamed.
“Number one, Misty!” More cheers.
“Number two, Luna!”  Kayla joined the cheering for her Mom.
“Coming up in the third lane is Sunny!”  Boos and more cheering.
“Four, Charlette!”
“Five, brat Ka-Ka” whispered Charlette to Kayla.  Oh no, thought Kayla.  We will see who wins.
“Number five, a new racer here with her Mom, Kayla!”  The whole crowd seemed to cheer her on.
“Last, Raspberry!”  Even more cheering.
“Now, on your marks, get set, GOOOO!” screamed the announcer.
“And, Kayla comes up, she's in the lead!”  Kayla had just noticed.  Yes!
“Luna at second place.  Charlette brings up the rear!” 
Double yay! She thought, speeding up happily.
“Whoa! Kayla speeds up and goes fifteen yards ahead, rounds a corner, and then she's almost to the finish line...”


Chapter 3
Finishing the Argument

“…Kayla won the first annual unicorn Race!!!” screamed the squat wizard.
“The Arguments over,” panted Charlette. “I'll never bother you again.” 
“Hem,” said Kayla impatiently.
“Or Mangetalia.”
“Hem!” said Kayla a little louder.  “All right, I promise!” shouted Charlette, so loud that many unicorns turned to see who had shouted.
Later that evening, Kayla went home with a gold medal around her neck.  Then their Mom trotted in wearing a bronze medal.  Second place, thought Kayla (in unicorn races, bronze was second place).
“Nice one, Mum!” exclaimed Kayla.  “This calls for a celebration!” she added.
“I s'pose,” said their Mom.
“I'll got the cake!” said Mangetalia.
“Mmmm!” said Kayla.  “This is delicious cake!” she added, seeing the sharp look she got from her Mom.

The End

Friday, December 10, 2010

In case you were wondering about....

A day in the life of Super Mom.  Here's what we did today:



5 kids painted beautiful pictures. Only one spill. Success!


27 books read.  Including the same book read 3 times in one sitting.

<-----Our new favorite.






1 Dinosaur puzzle completed, four times in a row. 0 pieces lost.





3 loads of laundry washed and folded (nobody said putting them away was required).


 2 owies kissed, and tears dried.  Hello Kitty bandaids promptly applied with lve.




4 sandcastles, 3 mudpies, 2 sand cookies and 1 volcano built in the sandbox (and all promptly destroyed or "eaten").





TV shows watched.





7 songs sung (silly made up voices included).

6 diapers changed (which makes me glad my youngest is a year passed this stage!)






7 craft projects made with pure excitement.  Complete with glue, glitter, popsicle sticks, stickers and ribbon. Brave or Crazy? You make the call.


1 dead frog removed from the fish tank without the children seeing. Now how to replace it before they notice it's gone?



3 Block towers stacked up high.  (And I quote, "it really was the dog that knocked it over..... for real!").  Said dog is six inches tall and stuffed.



1 batch of cookies baked.  10 little hands helped.  1 egg dropped on the floor.  





5 naps were taken by tuckered out kiddos. 1 child awakened by 2 playful kittens.




4 problems solved peacefully.  Countless toys shared.  6 conflicts avoided. 9 acts of caring between friends. 


2 games of cards played.  Who knew that Go Fish could cause so many giggles?!



11 spontaneous hugs.  Pure joy. 







2 CD's of music danced to ~ in dress-up clothes and shoes four sizes too big, (the kids dressed-up, not me).  


167 little plastic bears counted and sorted in increments of ten to twenty.  Only once did 13 come after 17.




19 meals prepared. (Do I dare mention the # of dishes washed???  Never mind.  Lost count.)







And I saw more smiles than anyone could count.  
A perfect day.  

Now all I need is a cape and superpowers.



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Sunday, September 19, 2010

“A picture says a thousand words...”

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At our house art is a constant flow of energy.  A child's artwork depicts their perception of the world around them, and art is a medium through which a child expresses her thoughts, feelings and fantasies.   


"Art is your emotions flowing in a river of imagination." ~Devin, Los Cerros


Our girls dive in with extreme concentration and care.  It is fascinating to watch them.






























The challenge is how not to ruin it for our children, by providing models and asking "What is it?" This causes frustration when they can't live up to our examples, and a loss of confidence when they realize that we don't know exactly what they were trying to create.


























"As an artist, all I need is my paints and brushes - and someone to drag me away when the canvas is done." ~Pablo Picasso


So for now we try to expose them to as many different mediums as we can.








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