After my last post telling the story about Shelby and the “pork loin” versus “porcelain” incident, I joked to somebody that I should probably quit my blog and just start one for Shelby to do herself. It would be more entertaining than mine and I could serve as financier, editor, and technical support. But for the time being I’m just going to keep using her material until she’s old enough to want her dad to quit telling stories about her (like I’m going to do again today).
Jacob and Shelby just returned from a week at my parents’ house. If only I had realized as a kid how much fun my parents must be, considering how thoroughly they entertain our kids. Jacob did a lot of fishing and other summertime activities good for a twelve year-old boy. Shelby did a lot of Shelby things, e.g. writing stories, drawing pictures, making characters out of paper towel tubes, napkins, etc. She also composed a photo essay about the adventures of a chicken named Sally.
Let me explain.
When Jacob was little we got hooked on reading him little board books by Sandra Boynton. If you have toddlers in your household you either know Sandra Boynton already, or you need to. Hers are not your standard blasé board books. I find them hilarious in their offbeat simplicity. (For you aficionados, my favorite is Blue Hat, Green Hat). This is hard to explain, but I find her little animal characters inherently funny, instead of just funny looking.
Shelby also loved the characters and has stuffed animal versions of many of them. My favorite Boynton character is the chicken. Shelby has a stuffed one that she named Sally. Sally went on the recent trip to visit my parents.
What you are about to see are the results of what happens when a creative little girl takes her stuffed chicken to the park with her grandparents, and Grandpa has his camera. The photos were named by Shelby herself.
The Adventures of Sally the Chicken
Sally on the swing:
Sally goes down the slide:
Sally runs on a treadmill:
Sally learns about her own species:
Sally climbs in Egypt:
Sally explores new heights:
Sally claims Mt. Chicken Broth:
Sally behind bars:
Sally gets a driving license:
Sally slips while skydiving:
Sally discovers a new fossil:
Sally goes to roost:
I think poor Sally earned some time to rest. So did my parents.
#1 by Cheri - August 14th, 2009 at 01:40
This would not be nearly as cute if Sally weren’t, well…Sally.
I must say though, Sally looks a smidge uncomfortable discovering her own species (squish!). And Mt. Chicken Broth rules!
I love that girl.
#2 by Carolyn - August 14th, 2009 at 02:04
This is great. I’m thankful I had the pleasure of seeing Shelby running around the playground searching for new things for Sally to discover. What a fun couple of hours.
#3 by Kristy - August 15th, 2009 at 00:41
What an imagination! This is the first time I have visited your blog. I have some reading to do. About our parents being fun, they let my daughter do things they never let me do! I guess that’s why being a grandparent is so much fun. Tell your mom & dad hello for me. It’s been awhile since I have been to the ‘boro.