tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72437869386824135282024-03-12T20:07:49.281-07:00Braelyn NicoleBraelyn's Words. Braelyn's Work. Braelyn's World.Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-990488244525203682012-09-20T10:19:00.003-07:002012-09-20T10:23:09.759-07:00Charlotte's Web<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My mom and I just finished reading Charlotte's Web by E. B. White. Charlotte was sweet to Wilber and she saved his life by writing in her web. My favorite part was when Charlotte first met Wilber because he was happy that he made a new friend. A part I didn't like so much was when Charlotte said she couldn't come back to the barn with Wilber and his friends. That part made me feel sad, but I didn't cry like my mom. My favorite character in the book was Charlotte because she was a good writer and a good friend.<br />
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<br />Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-61014008835812120002012-04-20T10:39:00.000-07:002012-04-20T10:39:06.519-07:00Braelyn Got Go To The ZooYesterday, I went to the zoo. One of my favorite parts was when one of the lions roared because the girl lion was in his spot and she laid on him. My other favorite part was when we got on the carousel with my friend Betty and I got to sit by her. My other favorite part was when we got to go in the bat cave and I liked it because they were creepy. I really liked seeing the rattlesnakes because I like their scary face. I also liked when I got to see a baby elephant sleeping on the ground. At the end of our time at the zoo, I did not like the feeling of when my legs got sore and I did not like when I got hot. The End.Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-11175845996510712482012-01-25T12:37:00.000-08:002012-01-25T13:04:06.142-08:00An Elephant Taking a Mud BathOnce upon a time a little elephant loved to take a mud bath the most. She did it every day but she couldn't stop doing it. And then her mom said to come out but she didn't want to. But she came out and then she realized that she didn't like taking mud baths because it was cold outside, but she still had to take mud baths to keep her skin safe and to keep the bugs out. Then they went inside and ate lunch and they lived happily ever after. <div><br /></div><div>We've been reading lots of elephant books. We read:</div><div>Elmer and Rose - D. McKee</div><div>Tree Ring Circus - A. Rex</div><div>Emma Kate - P. Polacco</div><div>Encore for Eleanor - B. Peet</div><div>Ella the Elegant Elephant - d' amico</div><div>Elephants - non-fiction</div><div>Forget Me Not - M. Broad</div><div>Tweak Tweak - E. Bunting</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">This is just like Encore for Eleanor!</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YDxmmpA8vgA/TyBtwu5bKcI/AAAAAAAADDo/5KkVY0sLICs/s1600/elephant-painting-by-heatheronhertravels.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YDxmmpA8vgA/TyBtwu5bKcI/AAAAAAAADDo/5KkVY0sLICs/s320/elephant-painting-by-heatheronhertravels.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701677812241082818" /></a>My favorite elephant books were <i>Encore for Eleanor,</i> because I liked when Eleanor draws the pictures<i>, </i>and <i>Tweak Tweak,</i> because I liked when the baby elephant asked all the questions and I liked when the mom said, "No, no."</div><div><br /></div><div>My mom's favorite elephant books were <i>Emma Kate</i> and <i>Tree Ring Circus</i>.</div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-76988425169634834892011-10-27T09:45:00.000-07:002011-10-27T09:55:07.698-07:00A Halloween StoryA little girl named Braelyn was a fairy for Halloween and she went trick-or-treating with her friends. When she opened the door she said "Trick-or-Treat!" and a moster appeared! She freaked out and then went back home. She told her mom and dad what had happened but they didn't believe her. She told them the truth and they did believe her. They watched a Halloween movie together and went to bed.<div><br /></div><div>The End<br /><div><br /></div><div>We've been reading lots of monster stories and Halloween books. My favorite Halloween books are:</div></div><div>- <i>I Need My Monster</i> - A. Noll</div><div>- <i>Pumpkin Jack</i> - W. Hubbell</div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-66522657216797831952011-09-29T11:20:00.000-07:002011-09-29T21:39:22.343-07:00A Teddy Bear StoryOnce upon a time a bear lived in a house. This bear had one little bowl and one little bed. It was a baby bear but he didn't have a mommy or a dad. But he did like his own company. And this bear was 5 years old. This bear lived in a big house but a very little bed. He could read his book while he was in his chair.<div><br /></div><div>For the past 3 weeks we have been reading teddy bear stories. My favorite bear stories are:</div><div>- <i>Goldilocks and the Three Bears</i> - Retold by Jen Brett (You might have noticed how this book has influenced my writing.)</div><div>- <i>Ira Sleeps Over</i> - B. Weber</div><div>- <i>Alfie Runs Away</i> - K. Cadow</div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-81677006441428414332009-12-31T12:31:00.000-08:002009-12-31T12:38:18.000-08:00The Spider and the NecklaceThere was a girl and there was a spider. There was a big giant spider that hurt her. Then she got a necklace and the spider got her necklace. Then, it was in his tummy. She was crying. She got a new tape and a new necklace. She hung a calendar on the wall (with the tape) and she put her necklace on. Then the spider got away.Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-10514647174361495842009-10-21T14:24:00.000-07:002009-10-21T14:32:22.643-07:00Bath Tub Conversation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/St99s2Gk1_I/AAAAAAAACDQ/vrzPX3xxWlY/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/St99s2Gk1_I/AAAAAAAACDQ/vrzPX3xxWlY/s200/Obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395169088003954674" border="0" /></a>Braelyn: You know president Obama?<br /><br />Mom: Yes.<br /><br />Braelyn: She's my best friend.<br /><br />Mom: He's a man.<br /><br />Braelyn: He's my best friend.<br /><br />Mom: Why is President Obama your best friend?<br /><br />Braelyn: Because he's President Obama. Haha.<br /><br />Mom: What does President Obama do?<br /><br />Braelyn: I don't know. He speaks and talks to everyone.<br /><br />Mom: What does he talk about?<br /><br />Braelyn: <span style="font-style: italic;">No response. Back to playing with bath toys.</span><br /><br />Mom: Well, I know your Papa will be so proud. ;)Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-46294354429299041762009-10-05T08:05:00.000-07:002009-10-05T08:21:09.638-07:00Searchin' For Shapes<div style="text-align: center;">Triangle<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SsoMCYpXVZI/AAAAAAAACB4/Ewsdd_yWcPg/s1600-h/100_2264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SsoMCYpXVZI/AAAAAAAACB4/Ewsdd_yWcPg/s320/100_2264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389133139217438098" border="0" /></a><br />Rectangle</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SsoMCHRHB9I/AAAAAAAACBw/xQC3WKUTzAM/s1600-h/100_2257.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SsoMCHRHB9I/AAAAAAAACBw/xQC3WKUTzAM/s320/100_2257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389133134552303570" border="0" /></a><br />Circle</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SsoMB_HUpwI/AAAAAAAACBo/k6tlW-yM_V8/s1600-h/100_2244.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SsoMB_HUpwI/AAAAAAAACBo/k6tlW-yM_V8/s320/100_2244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389133132363769602" border="0" /></a><br />Square</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SsoMBfI7bMI/AAAAAAAACBg/CQNS-ul9448/s1600-h/100_2243.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SsoMBfI7bMI/AAAAAAAACBg/CQNS-ul9448/s320/100_2243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389133123780570306" border="0" /></a><br />Oval</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SsoMBAl3s0I/AAAAAAAACBY/ktcovN7upmo/s1600-h/100_2235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SsoMBAl3s0I/AAAAAAAACBY/ktcovN7upmo/s320/100_2235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389133115580461890" border="0" /></a><br />(Photography and typing by Braelyn Nicole {with a little help}.Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-84322377617130452232009-09-15T09:06:00.000-07:002009-09-16T19:55:58.578-07:00On a Nature WalkThrow things in the yucky pond. We found rocks. And looking at bugs. We play in the sand. We picked flowers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SrGkTBtXxUI/AAAAAAAACAI/1gbgESPRdWs/s1600-h/100_2129.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SrGkTBtXxUI/AAAAAAAACAI/1gbgESPRdWs/s320/100_2129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382263676467660098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SrGkxeb0KSI/AAAAAAAACAQ/mybKn8qPDyA/s1600-h/100_2132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SrGkxeb0KSI/AAAAAAAACAQ/mybKn8qPDyA/s320/100_2132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382264199574726946" border="0" /></a>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-4710040549099321762009-09-08T14:13:00.000-07:002009-09-08T14:42:51.836-07:00A Study in Non-FictionThis morning I fell off the bed. I was jumping on the bed. I got blood. I screamed and you hear that loud noise. We cleaned the blood off and tried to put ice on it. And THIS! (<span style="font-style: italic;">She is referring to the Tylenol. She holds it up enthusiastically, and no doubt, with gratitude at its existence. ) </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SqbPG9hm9ZI/AAAAAAAAB_k/E1LVaBYcNCo/s1600-h/100_2079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3f2W_KLGaZ0/SqbPG9hm9ZI/AAAAAAAAB_k/E1LVaBYcNCo/s320/100_2079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379214523442328978" border="0" /></a>(Mama notes: Yes, sadly this is how our morning began. It has been a very long day. I'm not sure how much you can see from the picture, but the right side of her face is quite swollen. I think she literally fell on her face. Poor baby. )Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-31854132365633219822009-09-01T09:23:00.000-07:002009-09-01T09:43:23.140-07:00A StoryThere was a princess and a sheep and a lamb and a cat. They fell down on the ground. They all got a boo boo. They got up. They wrote a blog. And they ate ice cream. Then the cat went to the barn. There was some animals, some cows and a pink pig.<br /><br />The EndStephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-74331192062006840992009-08-28T10:02:00.000-07:002009-08-28T11:30:13.460-07:00Interview About SchoolMom: What did you do today?<br /><br />Braelyn: Played with toys.<br /><br />M: What kind of toys?<br /><br />B: Um...babies<br /><br />M: What else did you do?<br /><br />B: Um...Do the kitchen. And...I did...um...playing, playing.<br /><br />M: What did you do during circle time?<br /><br />B: We read books.<br /><br />M: What books did you read?<br /><br />B: I don't know.<br /><br />M: What was your favorite part about school?<br /><br />B: During circle time.<br /><br />M: Why did you like it?<br /><br />B: Cause I do.<br /><br />M: What was your least favorite part?<br /><br />B: Those kids making funny faces at the green table, cause I started crying.<br /><br />M: >:( ...<span style="font-style: italic;">to my Mama Bear self</span> (they were making faces at her and made her cry...is the story)<br /><br />M: Do you like school? Do you want to go back?<br /><br />B: Yeah. Yeah.<br /><br />M: Thanks for talking to me about school.<br /><br />B: I'm tired. <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243786938682413528.post-40528816925743247342009-08-25T08:25:00.000-07:002009-08-25T08:31:13.141-07:00Pink Ice CreamOnce upon a time there was a little lamb of a sheep and a lady and a cow. They played with toys. They ate ice cream. The ice cream was pink. And they ate milk.<br /><br />The EndStephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15455422675202623839noreply@blogger.com6