April Reading 2022

The Little Ballerina by Sue Harris

Annie the Apple Pie Fairy by Lara Ede & Tim Bugbird

Mickey and the Big Storm by Mary Packard

The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies by Beatrix Potter

One Duck Stuck by Phyllis Root

Puppies Are Coming by Ruth Lerner Perle

Curious You by H.A. Rey

Caves of Steel by Isaac Asimon

Pinkalicious: The Pinkerrific Playdate by Victoria Kann

Pinkalicious: The Royal Tea Party by Victoria Kann

Under the Water by Harriet Ziefert

Inuit Still by Jeanne Bushey

Brown Bears by Beverley Randell

Happy Pig Day! by Mo Willems

Don’t Let Pidgeon Stay Up Late! by Mo Willems

Treetop Twins Wilderness Adventures: The Twins Run After a Rhino by Cressida Cowell

Hope’s Necklace by Lorraine Adams

A Potty for Me by Karen Katz

Emergency Vehicles by Geoff Thompson

I Love You Too, I Love You Three by Wendy Tugwood

Goodnight Selfie by Scott Menchin

The Berenstain Bears and the Shaggy Little Pony by Jan and Mike Berenstain

The Way I Feel by Janan Cain

Easter 2022

For the first time in years, I did not go to church for Easter. Instead, my family decided to have a relaxing weekend at home – for the most part. I worked at least one shift every day except for Sunday.

I think the highlights of the weekend for me were:

  1. Our weekend began on Thursday evening with a birthday party at Scandia. Zen won enough tickets in one game that she was able to get a large Llama-corn prize, which meant that with the saved up Scandia dollars we had both girls could get a fun item to take home,
  2. Watching my kids enjoy their easter treats and play date. Kevin and I set up a string path throughout the house on Sunday for the girls to find their treats from the bunny. Later, we met up at a park with the family of a girl my kids are friends with. There they had an egg hunt, used liquid chalk, attempted to fly a kite, and played on the structure.
  3. I got to enjoy the presence of two cats this weekend. Atticus successfully made it onto his catwalk without help multiple times this weekend. We also got to meet our future kitten, Cloudette. The one-month-old kitten came to visit on Sunday afternoon as we wanted to ensure that she and Atticus would get along, as well as get to meet her ourselves.
  4. Sanura has been requesting our family stream our Minecraft sessions, so we spent the weekend playing with game plug-ins and streaming software. We started a new map on survival mode and had a lot of fun making a home in a cave.

Turning Seven

My eldest daughter celebrated her birthday recently. It went fantastically well and my house still has some of the decor up.

We used the opportunity to help Sanura learn about stretching money by making and following a budget prior to the day(s) of the celebration. (This is something we do every year but this year Sanura was much more active in choosing what she wanted). Kevin and I gave her a total dollar amount that she had and let her know it was for everything she wanted to do for her birthday including her gifts from myself and her father. As a child, she of course had many grandiose ideas, so we wrote them down and figured out the cost of each thing and added them up so she could see how out of budget her ideas took her, and then discussed how we could still do most of what she wanted with some tweaks.

Her master plan was to invite her entire class, plus a few close friends, to a Minecraft-themed party at someplace that held events. Depending on which place she chose it would take her well outside of her budget. For a gift, she really wanted her own tower garden, plus toys and make-up and other things that set a nearly seven-year-old’s heart to joy. (Regarding the tower we told her that if she could save up half the cost of the tower we would pay the other half for her. )There were to be decorations and cake and goody-bags and pizza and so on and so forth.

The first thing we changed was her location and amount of people she was inviting. Instead of paying for a location, we discussed having the party at a park or at home. As strangers could randomly join us at a park, Sanura decided to bring it to our home. Next, we brought the list down from 34 people to 7, there was no way we could have everyone plus their parents and possibly a few siblings at our house at such a large number. Instead of paper invites, we sent text messages to the parents of those invited. As there were fewer people coming we were able to add more to the good bag cost.

We talked about making the decor but decided to purchase a Minecraft party pack online instead. It contained a banner, cake toppers/decorations, balloons, and bracelets. We went to a local dollar store to get themed plates, cups, and cutlery. We lucked out on one of our shopping trips and found goody bags that looked like chests and a plastic table cloth that looked like blocks of grass. Inside the gift bags, we used the bracelets that came with the decorations, bought some playdough, and got some bulk candy.

Sanura originally wanted to go to a bakery to get both a cake and cupcakes. We tend to eat gluten-free (for multiple health reasons) and getting her cakes at a bakery was going to be expensive. After seeing how much of her budget the cake would eat up she decided we would make the cakes instead. We made an eight inch round for the day of her birthday, using white and red icing to create a minecraft cake. We were happy with the brownie consistency of the cake and used the same mixture to make cupcakes for her party, which we decorated to look like grass blocks. Sanura loved that we were able to sneak some veggies into the cake, no one believed her when she told them.

The day of her actual birthday we opened gifts and cards from family, ordered pizza and had the round cake. Sanura used the remaining balance of her birthday money to choose out a small lego set and a doll for gifts from Kevin and I. Zen had gotten her a book set and a stuffy for her owl collection. Over all it was a low-key evening.

The day of Sanura’s party was great. She had spent the evening with her best friend at a hotel the evening before (to celebrate her friend’s birthday) so we had the entire morning to set up decoration and prep the snacks for when guests arrived. All of the guests that Sanura invited came to the party so we had a full house for a whirl wind two hour span. They ate snacks, played games, searched for bracelet, played with playdough and just overall had a good time.

Just Add a Little Sparkle

Prior to lockdowns, I had intended to celebrate my 31st birthday with three friends at Sparkling Hills – a wellness resort and spa located on Royce Mountain, just outside of Vernon, BC. We decided to put our trip on hold as we couldn’t actually use the spa or saunas. It took two years but the saunas were finally re-opened! So my friend and I decided that we were going. We left on Saturday afternoon and stayed until Monday.

It was built in 2010 for $75 million and boasts over 3.5 million Swarovski crystal elements throughout the resort. It feels a bit like a maze after pulling off the highway. You drive through a golf community on the way up to the resort to find yourself at a building that has a lot of angles and glass. The lobby has high ceilings accented by gigantic crystal chandeliers, modern artwork and a beautiful view of the Okanagan Lake.

After signing in we went to our room, which had almost no straight angles. The headboards were higher on one end than the other, the shelving that separated the shower and sinks from the bed area was angled, the bathtub that sat in front of a large window was similar to a trapezoid in shape. The usage of mirrors enhanced the space not only to make it feel larger but to add to the elegance.

We utilized the seven different saunas, the hot tub and infinity pool, walking paths, and our room for the most part. But I made a point to walk around the rest of the resort to get an idea of what else was there. I would have loved to have used the tea room more, but as our room didn’t have a coffee maker and the tea bar wasn’t stocked I didn’t really get the chance – something to look forward to next time.

For breakfast, we ate at PeakFine a restaurant located on the first floor of the hotel. It had a chandelier the same shape as the lake it overlooks, as well as a large fireplace. The complimentary breakfast was given to us as a menu to choose from, instead of the regular buffet style that most hotels offer. I tried the goat cheese omelet and the tofu scramble, both of which were delicious.

For dinner, we drove down the hill a bit to eat at Range Lounge and Grill on the first night (where I got the Guinness battered halibut and chips). We intended to go our second evening as well but found they were closed even though it was a Sunday. Instead, we ordered salad and a pizza from Pallino’s. Both places made delicious food.

Overall it was a fantastic visit and I would love to go again.

March Reading 2022

Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Theif by Rick Riordan

Teamwork by Robert Munsch

Pete the Cat: Play Ball by James Dean

Bear in a Square by Stella Blackstone

Wheels on the Bus by Kate Tom’s

Tyler’s New Friends by Anne Patton

Am I Small by Phillip Winterberg

When Dinosaurs Go To School by Linda Martin

Roar by Todd H. Doodler

Bad Kitty by Nick Bruel

Trucks by Richard Scarry

The New Potty by Gina and Mercer Mayer

The Pirate of Kindergarten by George Ella Lyon

Christopher Gives Pooh a Party by A.A. Milne

Tacky the Penguin by Helen Lester

The Three Billy Goats Gruff retold by Annette Smith

The Pigeon Wants a Puppy by Mo Willem

Wild Horses Couldn’t Keep Me Away by Jeanne Bushey

The Belgariad: Queen of Sorcery by David Eddings

Getting the News by Robert Lee

The Berenstain Bears Are Superbears! by Mike Berenstain

You Are Stardust by Elin Kelsey

Festival of Colors by Vashi Harrison

Nelson the Baby Elephant by Beverley Randell

Am I Good Enough?

Do you ever feel like nothing is ever good enough? I’ve been struggling with that feeling once again lately.

For example, I never posted anything last week. Based on my idea list for posts I was supposed to write a short story with Kevin, one about the other dwarven brother. I wanted to continue the short as it feels more like a cliff-hanger chapter than a complete short to me, whereas my husband felt it was getting to be the length of a short essay and figured we should stop. And then posting day came and I realized that part of the story is in present tense and the other part in past. We decided to hold off on posting it so together we could sit down and fix that. Well, it has been a week and because of [insert excuses here] we just never got to it. So, yesterday I posted it how it was, without any edits.

And then today, now, in fact, I am supposed to put up a post about making a vision board. But I’m unhappy with it as well. So, guess what isn’t going to be posted yet? Yup, that post. Instead, I’m going to ramble and post this without editing it.

But it isn’t just my writing that is making me feel like I’m not good enough. I’ve been really hard on myself for a while now. And last month I had more than just a log put into my fire of doubt, it was more like an entire tree with the way my mind has been chewing it over.

Essentially a family member with whom I used to have a decent relationship decided that I should be threatened with CPS back in September (she was drinking and mashed up two different events, ended up accusing me of taking my child to an after-hours sex-show – like what the fuck! Go ahead and call I did no such thing.). I had no contact with her until January when my husband convinced me to have a one-on-one conversation with her in which she told me I needed to see my psychologist more often and told me I was brave for talking with her. Nothing was resolved but I thought it was enough of a conversation that I could allow her in my life again. And then in February, she came to my house, where she proceeded to berate me in front of my four-year-old daughter (who in tears asked me why said person was being mean to me). I have been in no contact since but the things she said during that ‘conversation’ live rent-free in my head because I have a terrible habit of mentally-self-sabotaging myself.

So am I what she says I am? Why does it keep ringing around my head like this? Am I really such an irresponsible person, who abuses my children and husband? Do I really not allow my children to be kids? Should I really be institutionalized? IS my mental health so bad that my children should be taken away? Do I really need to work more on myself? Can I actually take care of myself? Am I good enough? Is it irresponsible of me to reach out to people who are struggling in their own ways? Does the state of my house really matter that much?

No and yes.

Yes, I need to work on myself – everyone does! And I am working on myself. I talk with my psychologist monthly, psychiatrist yearly, and my family doctor regularly. They all tell me that I am doing exactly as I should be. I do not need to be institutionalized, in fact, I am doing better than most people with DID and they think I should write a book about what I go through so I can help others too. I’m not so sure I feel comfortable with opening up that much about my trauma for the world to examine but it makes me confident that I’m not a failure, at least for short bursts of time.

I have proven that I can take care of myself and my surroundings. But I am limited in what I can do by both my physical and mental health. But I’m not completely ignoring the things that need to be done. Have you ever heard of the spoon theory? It applies here.

For example, on Friday morning my house was clean. Not perfect by any stretch of the imagination but there were no dirty dishes, all counters were washed, my bathroom was cleaned, and one could walk from room to room without tripping on anything but a floor mat. The only chaotic rooms were the office which was behind a closed door and my kid’s bedroom. I spent Friday through Sunday very busy. I made a bed frame, bought groceries, worked more than 22 hours between three jobs, had two naps, spent a few hours searching for a missing friend, etc. I overdid things, again, and am in pain for it still. So, yesterday morning I looked around my house and wanted to cry because I could not look anywhere without seeing a mess. After two days of hardly being in my house and it looks like a bomb went off. And because I’m the “stay at home parent” I’m responsible to get all of this cleaned up. And I’m the one who is called irresponsible and told I should be institutionalized for not being able to handle things.

No, I am not abusing my children and husband. At least I don’t believe I am and I am told by my husband that I’m far from abusive. I do everything I can to ensure my children are not abused like I was when I was younger. My children are my number one priority. But there are three things I can think of that may be construed as abuse if someone wanted to twist things around.

One – yelling when really angry or frustrated – if I ask for space and you continue to badger me and not let me have a time out, after a number of hours of not getting my needed space I snap. I will scream for people to leave me alone, to go do the things they need to do, and stop touching me, let me have a time out!

Two – making my kids have chores despite their young ages. They are responsible for getting them done before they are allowed things like monitor time or asking a friend to play. If they ask for help doing the chores, I will help as long as they continue to work on it. If they stop, so do I. In some cultures, my oldest child would be cleaning her school regularly and would be allowed to take the city bus around on her own, in fact, it would be considered very strange if she wasn’t allowed to do those things. I do not go that far with their responsibilities, they aren’t a maid or anything but they do need to do their homework and follow their chore lists.

Three – occasionally, after every other punishment has been tried I give my children one or two of the gentlest swats upon the butt. In this, I can see people calling abuse over. I feel that I must explain that this is not a regular occurrence. It happens maybe twice a year. If I have gotten to this point of punishment I have already done time ins, time outs, taken things away, tried creative punishments that fit the misdemeanor, and am on the final straw my kids will get a warning that the next step is a bum swat. There are never more than two swats and they are relatively gentle. I’d compare it to the force of guiding the child out of the way of a shopping cart in a busy store or burping an infant. But because it has been noted as a punishment my kids will cry and yell and call me mean. And I do feel mean, I feel like the world’s worst person every time I do this.

No, I’m not irresponsible for reaching out to people who are in need and being their friend. With this logic, I should ghost my depressed friend when she becomes suicidal because I can’t take care of myself?? Bullshit. Does this mean I should ignore someone who is an ex-addict when they are trying to turn their life around? No! Where is your compassion for others, if you think that helping someone who is unable to move on their own get out of the street and calling 9-11 to ensure they are safe is problematic to my own well-being, well I just don’t understand this logic and it rattles me. I’m not giving these people more energy than I can reasonably give out.

I get that I am a hot mess and that things could be better. I know that I am hard on myself and that there is cause for concern when a person is diagnosed with fibromyalgia, depression, anxiety, and dissociative identity disorder. But I am not failing my family, I’m not abusing them and I am doing the best that I can with the cards I’ve been given. I need to keep reminding myself of this.

If you are anything like me, and overthink things, and are harder on yourself than necessary, I ask that you take a moment to stop and breathe. You are also doing the best that you can with what you are given. Some days will look different than others and that’s okay. If all you can do today is brush your teeth and go back to bed. I applaud you, it can be really difficult to self-care when you are struggling. Yes, there is more you “should” be doing but take it a step at a time. Life is a journey and beating yourself up over it won’t help anyone in the long run. Try to love yourself.

Brothers (Part 2)

Mukal Cavebuckle sat up with a pounding head, the decision to fall asleep against Gilgrik’s door was a necessary delay tactic but he’d need a beer to calm his anger before continuing with his plan. Stumbling to his feet, Mukal allowed his body to sway back into the jade slab door, slamming it on his brother’s beard before staggering his way down the hall towards his only possession, his grandfather’s table.

Behind him, Gilgrik made noises of disgruntled satisfaction. He entered the kitchen and immediately started with his regular complaints, “You lazy git,” he grumbled, “yeh drank all my beer again and do no hard days work. “

Knowing this speech by rote Mukal tuned out his brother and found some stale bread and hard cheese to eat. He’d only slept three cycles but would have time for a nap later. For now, Mukal knew he had limited time to upkeep his ruse and meet with the gang.

“They’re always looking for rubble removers,” Gilgrik said as he headed into the passageways towards the boiler network.

With his brother finally gone Mukal stopped his act of being completely drunk and walked with an air of arrogance towards his brother’s room. He needed to come up with an item of enough importance to his plan that wouldn’t seem amiss if Gilgrik went to grab it. The large jade slab was perfectly balanced and opened easily with just the brushing of a fingertip. Inside the room was nearly empty, with only a bed and wardrobe to be seen. It was eerily dark in the room, even by the standards of a dwarf who had spent his entire life underground.

He walked towards the bed, casting a simple light spell as he moved. The corners were tightly folded, sheets crisp and flat. It did not look as if anything could be hidden, but he got onto his knees to look under the bed anyway. There he found a wooden box, intricately carved – it was their mothers. Mukal needn’t look inside, he knew it held only two things: a letter, written to their father by the King after he saved the capital from a ruthless horde of undead; and a red diamond engagement band that Gigrik had once proposed to Mukal’s long-time girlfriend with.

He got up carefully, ensuring not to disturb the bed before heading towards the wardrobe. Hopefully, something would be worth his time in there. If not Mukal would need to hire someone to break into Gilgrik’s office locker and that would cost them weeks. The wardrobe doors were locked, he’d have to find the key later. The beer delivery would soon be here and it would be suspicious of him to not sign for the order.

As Mukal stepped out of the room he noticed that the delivery man had already arrived and was about to knock. He hastened to the door to let the human in. “Want a bear?”

“The word is beer, Mukal. And no thanks, I’ve got a date after my shift. She wants me to drink only with her today.”

“Is it with that Janet from the bar? The one you mentioned last week?” the words of the common tongue fell out of his mouth awkwardly.

“Yes Mukal, she’s the only other human in town.”

“Uh… right. Have a good one. The date that is.”

“Have you practiced your common enough yet? I got to get going.”

“For now. Thanks, Mike,”

As Mike the Human, dropped the goods off in the regular location. Mukal added, “My brother has requested a larger order of the dark ale- do you think you could have it for tomorrow’s shipment?”

“Sure, I’ll add it to the tab. See you later Mukal.” Mike replied as he handed the paper slip over to be signed. Mukal wondered, not for the first time, why the human would waste such a rare material as paper on signatures. He scrawled his signature and handed the board back. Without another word Mike turned and left. into the tunnels as the mid-day song echoed its way past him.

The day seemed to be passing quickly, the gang would be here any moment and he hadn’t even found an item to use yet. He spun in a slow circle looking around with calculated thought wondering what item he could grab. And then his eyes landed upon Gilgrik’s precious lantern and a smile spread across Mukal’s face.

The first of the gang to arrive was Brokoid an unusually short dwarf whose agility came in rather handy. Next was Glalmetrud the strongest woman on this side of the Battlefield of Bonebeard. Finally came Diogenus with his ragged group of orphans. “You brought them again? Make sure they don’t go snooping. I will not tolerate theft in the dwelling.”

Diogenus replied while grabbing one of the bottles of ale, “My riff-raff are not so commonplace.”

“Have you found what we need?” asked Glalmetrud.

“In fact I have. My brother left this morning without his lantern.”

Glalmetrud looked skeptical, “Everyone has a lantern. Some of these corridors get too dark without. How will a lantern lead them towards the engineer?”

Mukal picked up the carved lantern, lit the candle inside, and held it up. “How many lanterns have you ever seen that shine your name to the floor?”

Brokoid went to take a swig of a beer but stood only slightly taller than the bottle. The action should have thrown the dwarf off balance. Instead, as though in an act of defiance, Brokoid finished the entire thing, before letting it go and giving a mighty burp. “Where do I need to take it?”

Birthday Vacation

I know I’m late on posting once again, but there is a good reason. Both Kevin and I had our birthdays over the last few days. To celebrate our family went on a bit of a vacation to Harrison Hot Springs Resort (located on the southern end of Harrison Lake, in the Fraser Valley, BC) and we only got home yesterday evening. After dropping off the rental we went for DQ ice cream and discussed the trip. Here is a quick video of what we all thought.

It was a lovely trip. We arrived Saturday afternoon and stayed in the heritage building with a room that looked out over the outdoor pools. The resort has been open since 1886 and was originally known as St. Alice’s Well. The three outdoor and two indoor pools are fed from the local hot springs “Sulphur” and “Potash”.

We swam daily and spent the rest of each day exploring a bit of both Harrison and Agassiz. The kids got to play on a large play structure in each town,

Our first evening at the resort we decided to get a late lunch from Maison d’la Poutine House. It was only a few minute walk and served decent food with a lot of toppings. The children loved that the bench had carved animals and after we crossed the street to play at the pirate-themed play structure. We then took a swim and decided to get pizza for dinner from Village Pizzeria.

Sunday was my birthday and I really wanted to explore the hotel and area. So we ended up in the garden, near the tennis courts. As it was wet, raining on and off nobody was in the area but us. I loved how the trees were labeled with little plaques to tell us the type and any fun information about the planting. The kids found some carved seats that they began to call thrones and we un-officially dubbed the pond area the throne room. We grabbed a coffee from Miss Margaret’s Café (which is basically a mini-Starbucks) and then drove down the highway to Agassiz, where we found most places were closed as it was a Sunday. We ate at Subway for brunch and then played at a local playground before going back to the resort to swim some more. Even though we didn’t get to do much shopping we had a wonderful time exploring. For dinner, we went to Taco Rio.

Monday was Kevin’s birthday. He decided that he wanted to try out the hotel’s buffet breakfast at the Lakeside Café. We arrived just in time to not have to stand in a lineup. All of the dishes listed the allergens which made it easy to decide what we wanted to eat. After breakfast, we went to the Spirit/Bridal Trail. In 2007 a local artist was taking a walk and had a chance encounter with another walker who said that the trees seemed to have individual personalities, this artist started making clay masks to represent those spirits. Afterward we went back to Agassiz to do some tourist shopping (we found this adorable local shop called Blue Dandelion) and to run into a bakery – you can’t have a birthday without dessert right? For dinner, we went to Milo’s Greek Restaurant as Kevin was hoping to get a steak, instead, we ate burgers and fries.

Tuesday morning we slept in as long as we could before getting up to leave the resort. Our breakfast was leftover fries, and sweets from the days prior. We packed up the car and began our trip home, making a pit stop in Port Hope for some real food and a chance to look at some art.

Overall the trip was really enjoyable and way overdue considering we haven’t had a real vacation since father’s day 2020 when we went camping. personally, I’d rate it 10/10 – would love to go again.

Hooray! My Tower is Thriving!

As a kid, I couldn’t care any less about gardening. My grandfather had a green thumb and started a florist shop with his brother. My mum had learned from him and would be out gardening and I barely registered that she was in the dirt. As a young adult, I tried to keep a few plants alive in small dirt pots around my house but they would die on me constantly. I just couldn’t seem to figure it out.

When Kevin and I moved on from living with roommates we had a small garden space that I successfully had tomatoes and lettuce grow in during our first year of being there. Over the next decade, I struggled to get things to grow. The small plot was in the corner of the yard surrounded by trees, which made it rather shaded and full of tree roots. I was successful at getting something out of it every year but I had more luck with my planters than I ever did in the garden. Over time I figured it was my lack of consistent watering and the hate of getting my hands filthy in the dirt that stopped me from producing more plants.

Those of you who are befriended to me on the book of faces know that I’ve been posting about this awesome tower I have plants aeroponically growing inside my house. On the very last day of December, Kevin and I decided to purchase a Home Tower Garden from Juice Plus. We really want to promote healthy eating in our family and figured that the hydroponic tower would be a great way to do this as we could grow plants year-round inside our home.

It took a couple of weeks to arrive. I set it up (without the back-ordered lights), it came with everything we needed and was easy to do. There were instructions on how to put the tower together, but even without looking at them, I was able to get it all in the correct order. I decided that I would start some seedlings while we waited for the lights to arrive – between the kids and Atticus being curious we lost a bunch of the seedlings. But the day the lights arrived I moved them over to the tower with the lettuce we already had placed into the tower.

On February 26th, about a month after I placed my first set of seedlings into the tower, I decided it was time to plant more seeds. This time I remembered to take pictures of the process. The plants in the tower I had placed in too early but they were still growing well. We were able to eat the lettuce off of the plants that we had gotten from Urban Harvest while still growing our own. When the weather permits the plan is to take most of the calendula out of the tower and transplant them into the outdoor garden and at that point we will do another planting session.

I wanted to see what my one-week progress looked like and regretted not taking pictures when I first started planting. But decided that I’ll just take them from here on out and I can update you guys with them in a couple of months when the tower is looking fuller.

February Reading 2022

Dragon Girls: Willa the Silver Glitter Dragon by Maddy Mara

No Clean Clothes by Robert Munsch

Should I Share My Icecream by Mo Willems

Awesome Walruses by Eric Charlesworth

The Oreo Counting Book by Sarah Albee

The Snow Fairies’ Skating Party by Irene Kilpatrick

Pete the Cat: Pete at the Beach by James Dean

Pete the Cat: {ete’s Big Lunch by James Dean

Stone Soup retold by Annette Smith

Darly and the Dragon by Stephanie Gorman

Mr. Tickle by Rodger Hargreaves

Little Miss Star by Rodger Hargreaves

A Wild Eagle Needs a Beak by Vi Hughes

Going to the Firehouse by Mercer Mayer