More Creations

Julia woke me up nice and early this morning to read me the brand new book she wrote, entitled:

"Go and Go and Go Gogo Gogo"

This book was inspired by the movie "Barbie in a Mermaid Tale," which is about Merliah, the half-mermaid champion surfer, who delves under the sea to discover her true mermaid heritage.  Julia's book doesn't quite follow the same plot line, although it does start out in a similar vein:

Pg. 1

"100 Yrers ago Mrlyae is a grl."
JULIA: Wait.  Mom?  If she was a girl 100 years ago, does that mean she's DEAD now?  Like, she was a girl, but now she's just a SOUL?


Pg. 2

"She loved to srfie and she did."
In the movie, she also loves to srfie and she does.  So far, pretty consistent.  (Although the Merliah in the movie definitely lives in the present day, not 100 years ago...)


Pg. 3

"but she loved that she loves to."
This page definitely does very little to advance the plot forward.  But at least now we REALLY REALLY get it that Merliah loves to surf.


Pg. 4

"She haved a mom to."
Also consistent with the movie.  Movie-Merliah, as well, haved a mermaid mom. 


At this point, however, Julia's book version fails to carry out the plot of the movie, and our young author takes the story in another direction:

Pg. 5

"and they see by to me today."
JULIA: Mommy?  So, sometimes when I get TIRED of sounding words out, I just start writing all words that I know how to spell.

Yes, that would explain it.  The End.  HOORAYYY!  What a story!


Madeleine created some artwork in her own rite today, coming home from school with the following picture of our family:

I must point out, however, that the "Mom" was an addition to the picture once we got home from school.  She had only drawn our family and written her own name at school, which was a subject for discussion on our drive home.

ME: Madeleine, I love the picture you made for me!
MADELEINE: Well Mama.  I just writed my OWN name.  I didn't write YOUR name.
ME: That's okay.  I still know it's for me, because you gave it to me!  You don't have to write my name.
MADELEINE: But Mama.  Is M-M-O how you write YOUR name?
ME: Yes.  M-O-M.  That's right!
MADELEINE: Well Mama.  When we get home, I will write your name on it.  (pointing one finger into the air and moving it around, then holding up her palm and swishing it back and forth.)  Mama?  I just WRITED your NAME.  But...then I just ERASED it.

I was so heart-broken that my invisible air-scripted name was erased.  At least she wrote the real thing on my picture when we got home like she promised.

One never quite knows what is in that child's imagination.  Today she announced to me that she's a tadpole.  I don't know, I just don't see it.  She still looks like a human being to me.  What do you think?:

Madeleine the Tadpole.