Talia

I am going to Chicago this summer with my family. We go to Chicago every year.  I have been going to Chicago since I was a baby.  Most of my family lives in Chicago.  Both of my parents grew up there.

 When I go to Chicago I usually stay ay my nanas house nana is my mom’s mom.  When I stay at my grandmas house me and my sister sleep in my dad’s bedroom from when he was a kid.  My grandma is my dad’s mom.  When we go to Chicago we see lots of my cousins aunts and uncles.

 We never have to stay in a hotel when we go to Chicago.  I am excited to go to Chicago because I love eating breakfast with my whole family. 

Ms. Luria - What is your favorite thing to do in Chicago? I lived there for one summer and I loved walking by the lake front and enjoying the breeze on muggy days!

Talia

Welcome to my world

I watch as my family gobbles up all the eggs and bacon leaving nothing for me.  I sigh and trot into the living room and plop down on the couch.  My favorite blue elephant stuffed animal lay next to me I leaned over and nudged it with my nose.  I heard the mailman knock on the door.  I rushed over but my dad beat me. Dad opened the door and smiled as if he expected the mailman to pull a magic wand out of his bag but the mailman just shrugged and walked away.  Dad’s shoulders wilted as he closed the door with a sigh.  Hillary entered the room and turned on the television (our house is always so busy).

 Nobody ever thinks that dogs understand television but we really do.

  “Bella oh Bella time for your Sunday wet dog food breakfast,” calls mom.  I rush right back into the kitchen and watch eagerly as mom opens up the can of wet dog food and pours it into the dish.  When she is done with the operation I bury my head into the dish while mom refills my water bowl.  When I finish eating I trot back to Hillary and nuzzle up against her. 

  The television show that she was watching was almost over you can tell because two people were hugging and crying.  As Hillary turns off the television I go sit and wait at the door to be let out to do my business and run around.  Hillary opens up the door to let me run around, I burst out of the house and let the wind hit my face as my ears flop in the wind I make loopy figure eights.  Knowing I am at home.

Talia

Androcles--a rewriting of the fable by Talia

As soon as I left an earring on my desk I knew it was game over.  My Grandmother rushed into the room when she saw the earring I could have sworn she had a heart attack.  Her face went pail and she screamed “GET OUT OF HERE!” then she fainted.

In a huff I gathered my very few belongings and left. I stopped at the door and turned around. I looked at my Grandmother’s pale, angry face.  I stood there looking at her for a while, and my frown softened into a smile.  Then I ran off.

“Arooo!” a deep moan shook the forest.

“Who’s there?” I ask.  My voice was shaking with fear.  I parted a bush and walked in.  Suddenly I stopped in my tracks because lying before me was a lion.  I turned around and started to run, but I noticed that the lion was not running after me. I’m a very curious child, so of course I turned around and walked back toward the lion.  I checked him over to see if he was hurt.  On the back of his left leg there was an arrow plunged deep into his skin.  I put down my belongings and slowly worked the arrow out of his skin.

The operation was slow, but I knew that in the end it would all be worth it. On my 729th delicate pull the arrow came out. The lion jumped up. He made eye contact with me, then he scampered off into the forest.

A week later, as I was trudging along, I heard a gunshot fire in the distance. A cold shiver rushed up my spine. The hunters were out again. I turned around and saw a hunter pointing his bow and arrow at me.  As the arrow came hurtling toward me, the lion jumped up and blocked it. Shortly afterward, the lion and me were trapped.  All of the sudden, two men grabbed my arms and pushed me into a fighting arena.

“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!” the people shouted.

An iron gate opened to reveal the lion, who immediately recognized me and started burrowing his head into my stomach. I ran my hands down his silky head. The Emperor ordered us to come to him. I told him the whole story, while he just sat there and rubbed his chin. When I finished, me and the lion were both pardoned and set free.

Talia

Confessions of babies

This story is a bunch of confessions from the point of view of babies each baby will have a short summary of their confession.  These babies do not exist [not that I know of at least] so please enjoy!

Henry:  I wish my mom would stop making faces when she changes my diaper.  I mean its just another dirty diaper.  if she is going  to make faces then why change my diaper at all.

Eleanor:  could my dad please stop feeding me peas at dinner.  They give me a stomach ache before bed its okay at lunch but not at dinner.  I mean honestly what if somebody was shoving food into your mouth that you get stomach aches from?

Charlie: do all grandmas pinch cheeks?  Because I know my grandma does.  She pinches them until they turn  redder then my favorite plastic fire truck.  I mean is it illegal for a grandma to not pinch cheeks?

Juliet: how come my sister gets to play the piano but I cant?  My parents applaud when my sister [kate] plays the piano but when I do they laugh and scold.  I do the exact thing kate does smack the piano keys and look up at the strange symbols on the music stand.  I guess my parents just don’t understand my musical talent.

Even though this story was short and more like a list then a story the message that I was trying to get out is some babies love gurgling and getting their cheeks pinched.  Some babies loath it more then anything.   All babies are different  and they all have feelings so support them because one day or another they will be taking care of you.