In other words, yet again, I shouldn't have worried.
Odd how most of my worries are for nothing, isn't it? Anyone else find that they worry far more than is both necessary and good for them? Ahhh, to be worry-free...
I digress. A couple weeks ago, I asked the children to come up with some story ideas for personal narratives. I let them brainstorm for a while, and soon they both came up with what they felt was a brilliant idea - the same idea, though they arrived at it separately. They both wanted to write about Christmas morning 2011.
Since M2 had never done a big story project before, I was curious to see what she would do with minimal direction.
What I got was far, far more than I ever expected. It rambles a little, but it's far more than I remember doing in second grade. I helped her edit the original copy, but I didn't do much beyond helping her add a little basic structure and fixing some spelling and punctuation (and one really, really long run-on sentence). All words and ideas are hers.
Christmas Eve to morning 2011
I remember everything about Christmas Eve and Christmas morning in 2011. I think it was an excellent holiday.
On Christmas Eve the cats kept climbing in and out of the Christmas tree. One time Hermes hopped in the Christmas tree and immediately fell out again. It was supposed to be very naughty, but I thought that it was very funny and laughed. When we decorated the tree most of the bells went down at the bottom, and the cats loved them, especially Hermes. When you sat down to have some hot cocoa you heard a jingle, jingle, jingle. The cats also went crazy because Christmas presents were starting to fill up their comfortable tree skirt. Once I brought home a Christmas present from school and set it where Hermes always laid down, and he sat on it. I thought that was funny.
My brother woke me up at four in the morning to go watch the presents. First we looked in our stockings. I got the move Tangled, the movie Rio, and some candy like Hershey's. Next we looked in the presents. I had gotten a Papasan chair and a giant scrapbooking kit from Mom and Dad. I got a makeup set from Miss Karen.
On Christmas morning everybody was wearing robes, warm pajamas, and slippers, and nobody looked upset. First I took the blanket off my Papasan chair. It was pink! Next I opened up the giant scrapbooking set. The book was pink, and it had cursive letters and print letters. There were puff-out cat stickers and a lot more crafty things. After that I opened up the makeup set for me and mom. I said, "I don't know how we are going to share this," and then Mom smiled even bigger. Suddenly Daddy came out of the kitchen. He had a very big smile on his face. I noticed that he was carrying breakfast into the living room! My face lit up with glee because we were going to eat in the living room. The cinnamon rolls were so delicious I accidentally ate a little too much. My face was very messy, so I wiped it off. I pounced Daddy becuse he had signaled it. Mommy acted sad by making a frown and whimpering. I told her that I would be there in a minute or so, and of course I was. When I was sitting I felt very comfortable. She asked me who her favorite girl was. When I answered, I raised my hand and in a very squeaky voice I said, "Meee." Daddy told me and my brother to go wash up, and brush our teeth, and put clothes on. After that we cleaned up. My Christmas morning was really exciting, and I hope the next one will be even better.