Bandana Kids

Bandana Kids
My grandchildren, 4 and almost 2, had a blast with a couple of bandanas. It's funny how the littlest thing can bring so much fun and pleasure, plus occupying their time.

Blue Monday

My grandson, wearing the blue bandana, had so much fun acting out a little skit!

Mellow Yellow Monday
Of course, with a big huge smile and a happy child that my granddaughter is... are you noticing the sweet yellow barrette in her hair?

Book Sharing Monday

Classic Poems


The Barefoot Book of Classic Poems

Become inspired by this breathtaking collection that brings together seventy-four of the finest poems in the English language, celebrating all manner of human experience. Features introduction from UK Poet Laureate Carol Ann Duffy.
For all ages
Illustrated By: Jackie Morris

Today is William Shakespeare's Birthday! April is also Poetry Month. I love The Barefoot Book of Classic Poems.  It is one of my favorites to read because of the choice of authors and lovely illustrations. Here is an example of what's inside:

All the World's a Stage 
(reminds me of the photo of my grandchildren playing up above.)

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress's eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation


Even in the cannon's mouth, And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of All,
That ends this strange, eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion.
sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

-- William Shakespeare






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