Yesterday’s preschool storytime was about 25-strong, with a bunch of wiggly little ones, eager to contribute, though not always at the most opportune moments, bless them. It went quite well.
I started off with “Hello, How Are You?” as I have with the toddlers, and jumped right into the books.
We recited Humpty Dumpty, and then I read them Humpty Dumpty Climbs Again, which was the most successful of the three. It was funny, and really well-received, particularly because Humpty is in his tighty-whities for most of it. Underwear will break ’em up, every time.
Then we had a quick clinic on the three bears, and reading Me and You, which is a good participatory book. The bears are on one side of the pages, and Goldilocks on the other. So I would ask them to raise their hands and tell me what Goldilocks was doing.
I broke up the books by using a Five Little Monkeys felt that coworker C made and generously lets us use. They were very enthusiastic in singing the last line of each verse!
Finally, my little ones were getting restless, and I moved quickly through Falling for Rapunzel, which was my favorite, but had lots of big words and I think confused them a bit.
By this time, they were getting antsy, and some of the groups had to leave – and we weren’t even running long, I felt like Dame Nellie Melba on this week’s episode of Downton Abbey, with people getting up and down all the time, and don’t even get me started on the rest of the episode – so I sort of felt rushed going through the closing rhyme, “Our Hands Say Thank You” and the closing song, “We Wave Goodbye Like This.”
(Sing it to “The Farmer in the Dell”):
We wave goodbye like this,
We wave goodbye like this,
We clap our hands for all our friends,
We wave goodbye like this.
And that was that. So now I’ve done one of each storytime! Next Friday I’ll be doing another babytime, which I do love.
Today I nailed a teen who tried to get into the recording studio by giving me a false name, who turned out to be too old. Then he gave me his real name, and he hasn’t gone through the orientation, so he’s not allowed to go into the studio anyway. Nice try, buddy, but remember that I am the adult and I am going to win every argument, just as I dreamed I would when I was a child.
How ’bout some links? Okay!
I own three full-size Billys and a half-size, but nothing as cool as these.
When Kirsten gives you advice about avoiding cholera, you take it.
Better Book Titles is one of my favorite blogs, and here’s a whole YA post full of hilarity.
Poor Ron often gets short shrift. Give a ginger some love, yeah?
I’ve been saving my citation thank-you to Mama Bear for this one. She hears Sister A and me talk about John Green all the time (we are not above begging her to read The Fault in Our Stars), and has patiently put up with me telling her multiple times that he and I have the same birthday and me showing her the Tweet he sent me wishing me a happy birthday (ME FTW), but I don’t know who she was picturing. So when she sent me this link, she wrote, “The same John Green!?!?!” (punctuation intact). I responded, “Did I also mention that he’s really hot?” YA authors born on August 24 can be really hot, Mama Bear. Just saying.
This is hilariously brilliant. So up my alley.
What the flying monkeys is this crap?
#5 is the best short story ever written, period.
What did I say in the past post about slashfic? Yup.
Finally, this year’s Edgar nominees.
And that’s all for now.
Oh, sadly, I wore my Jane Eyre tshirt to my exercise class tonight, and no one got it. Sigh. (Can’t find a picture, but it says “Lowood Institution Lacrosse” on the front and I assure you that it’s the height of cleverness.)