Ting twing,
Twing twang
Cling sing,
Cling clang
The pots and pans
Sound funny
When you bang them
With a spoon,
And hopefully
Our Daddy
Wil be getting up
Quite soon~
Copyright Jacquelyn Bytyqi 2012
Thursday, December 27, 2012
No thanks! ~A Poem
I don't want to,
I don't like to,
I don't think
It would be right to,
Don't feel like it
And I know so
I'll go hide
Beneath my bed,
I don't need to,
I don't think so,
YOU clean up
My mess instead!
Copyright Jacquelyn Bytyqi 2012
I don't like to,
I don't think
It would be right to,
Don't feel like it
And I know so
I'll go hide
Beneath my bed,
I don't need to,
I don't think so,
YOU clean up
My mess instead!
Copyright Jacquelyn Bytyqi 2012
Our Toys -Two Poems
Tuffy
Tuffy is a tabby cat,
She's quite a lovely cat at that!
She wears a bow tie
And a hat,
And sleeps upon
The Baby's mat~
Her tail is long and thick,
Her whiskers long and thin,
Sometimes I take her out to play,
Sometimes I take her in~
A cat is a good friend to have
When playing on the garden paths,
Or tramping down the sidewalk or
When building castles at the shore~
Tuffy is useful
To have around
At night when you
Hear creaky sounds,
For she purrs so sweetly
On your lap
Yet can scare the bad guys
With a mighty scratch!
She's stripey with a little patch,
I'm glad we have our tabby cat~
Copyright Jacquelyn Bytyqi 2012
Teddy
We have a teddy bear,
His name is Henry Sue,
He came with little cloths,
But now
He only has one shoe~
He has a tear upon his ear
Where the doggy bit him,
He's got a brown spot on his bum,
From when the heater burnt him~
Still, he is my favorite toy,
I love him very dearly,
Though his button eyes are lost
And he can't see very clearly~
Copyright Jacquelyn Bytyqi 2012
Tuffy is a tabby cat,
She's quite a lovely cat at that!
She wears a bow tie
And a hat,
And sleeps upon
The Baby's mat~
Her tail is long and thick,
Her whiskers long and thin,
Sometimes I take her out to play,
Sometimes I take her in~
A cat is a good friend to have
When playing on the garden paths,
Or tramping down the sidewalk or
When building castles at the shore~
Tuffy is useful
To have around
At night when you
Hear creaky sounds,
For she purrs so sweetly
On your lap
Yet can scare the bad guys
With a mighty scratch!
She's stripey with a little patch,
I'm glad we have our tabby cat~
Copyright Jacquelyn Bytyqi 2012
Teddy
We have a teddy bear,
His name is Henry Sue,
He came with little cloths,
But now
He only has one shoe~
He has a tear upon his ear
Where the doggy bit him,
He's got a brown spot on his bum,
From when the heater burnt him~
Still, he is my favorite toy,
I love him very dearly,
Though his button eyes are lost
And he can't see very clearly~
Copyright Jacquelyn Bytyqi 2012
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Cuddle In
Cuddle in my babies,
Cuddle in, you are safe.
Snuggle and dream
Free of care.
Cuddle in my babies,
I'll hold you tight,
Close to my heart
All through the night.
Cuddle in wee sleepers,
let your lashes lie still,
let me kiss your cheeks
Round and fair.
Cuddle in, snuggle down
Pull your blankies up high,
grasp my hand, or your teddy,
Draw him nigh.
Here I am,
Here we are,
Together we sleep,
I thank God that these moments
Aren't rare.
Copyright Jacquelyn Bytyqi 2012
Cuddle in, you are safe.
Snuggle and dream
Free of care.
Cuddle in my babies,
I'll hold you tight,
Close to my heart
All through the night.
Cuddle in wee sleepers,
let your lashes lie still,
let me kiss your cheeks
Round and fair.
Cuddle in, snuggle down
Pull your blankies up high,
grasp my hand, or your teddy,
Draw him nigh.
Here I am,
Here we are,
Together we sleep,
I thank God that these moments
Aren't rare.
Copyright Jacquelyn Bytyqi 2012
Friday, December 7, 2012
The Sisters Write a Poem
Wise One and Punkin' Bread wrote this poem together for the baby in my tummy, it is called
Mommy's New Baby
I love the baby,
I love her,
I do.
She is as sweet as cake
As could be!
I'm excited to meet
The new baby.
I love the new baby,
I love her too.
I don't know if she
Would like us or not,
But I like her
A lot!
She is as sweet as candy!
Love from 'gurls'
Mommy's New Baby
I love the baby,
I love her,
I do.
She is as sweet as cake
As could be!
I'm excited to meet
The new baby.
I love the new baby,
I love her too.
I don't know if she
Would like us or not,
But I like her
A lot!
She is as sweet as candy!
Love from 'gurls'
Forgettery Frog
This is a story we made up together, the five year old, the three year old, and me. This is a super fun activity, great for getting the creative juices flowing. We went around in a circle and each came up with a sentence in turns. Here is our story:
The Forgettery Frog
One day there was a frog playing outside, he washed his hands in the sink. But when he went outside he forgot to turn the sink off and it was running all day. He tried to turn the water off, but he couldn't now, the faucet was stuck! He tried to open the door, but it was locked -he had forgotten the key! He thought he was turning off the sink, but it was really the door and he hadn't known it. Then he went vacationing to the beach one day and he splashed in the water. He was going to leave for home in the evening, but he forgot! And he was playing and splashing all night. When he finally got home he opened the door and found an ocean in his house! But he didn't care, because he liked to splash and swim every day. And Forgettery Frog was very happy.
The End
The Forgettery Frog
One day there was a frog playing outside, he washed his hands in the sink. But when he went outside he forgot to turn the sink off and it was running all day. He tried to turn the water off, but he couldn't now, the faucet was stuck! He tried to open the door, but it was locked -he had forgotten the key! He thought he was turning off the sink, but it was really the door and he hadn't known it. Then he went vacationing to the beach one day and he splashed in the water. He was going to leave for home in the evening, but he forgot! And he was playing and splashing all night. When he finally got home he opened the door and found an ocean in his house! But he didn't care, because he liked to splash and swim every day. And Forgettery Frog was very happy.
The End
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Floury Toes
I may end up starting a blog by this name just for the cooking exploits of my fun little family.
We'll see.
We cook a lot. And when I say cook, I mostly mean bake. There's a subtle difference and the difference is, usually, sugar.
Today we made what we affectionately named "Chocolate is Flying Everywhere Cookies." Between the three little hands "helping" me with the beaters and the rather large amount of flour this recipe calls for, there was, well, chocolate dough flying everywhere. Hence the name.
We based our recipe off of a recipe found in a great little cook book that a friend gave me called International Flavours. It is a book filled with recipes from around the world and was put together by the students, teachers, and staff of the GDQ School, an international Christian school. A great book for missionary families, I'd like to note. The original recipe is called "The best Chocolate Chip Cookies Ever." (From the Hartmann Family, thank you Hartmanns!") An impressive title! But even though we took many liberties, cutting down some ingredients and adding others, I am happy to report that they did live up to their original name of "The best ever."
I bet on cooking blogs you have to be really specific. Yeah, um, sorry. We're kinda' loosey-goosey over here so, bear with me.
First the recipe said to mix one cup of butter with 1 1/2 cups of white sugar and two cups of brown. Holy cow that's a lot of sugar! And butter! I cut it down to one cup of white sugar and about one and a half cups of brown, but put in a little more than a cup of butter, because I walk on the wild side. As I mentioned before, I had three sets of little hands helping me hold the beater as we beat the butter and sugar together. You would think that this would almost ensure that you would never drop the mixer, but oddly, the exact *opposite* is true.
Then my 5 yr old cracked up when I said, "Hang on, I need to mash some of that butter better!" And then my 1 1/2 yr old laughed hysterically every time I turned the beaters on after that. They can't help it, I'm just SO funny like that.
So then we added three eggs and two tsps of vanilla. Mmmm, vanilla...
Oh, where was I? Sorry, the smell of vanilla takes me to far away places.
Ok, so then in a separate big bowl we mixed about four cups of flour (the original recipe called for six. Six! I thought that was a little much.) with 1 1/2 tsps of salt, two tsps of baking powder and enough coco powder to make it reasonably dark. I don't know, maybe 1/4 cup? Go with your gut. The original recipe did not call for coco powder, but we left out the chocolate chips and put that in instead because all of this originally started when one cute kid wanted to make cookies and another cute kid wanted brownies. Brownie cookies! Voila! Problem solved, tears abated, life is good.
Finally we slowly poured the bowl of dry ingredients into the bowl of wet ingredients whilst beating and this is where flying chocolate happened. It was a fairly shallow bowl, maybe that was the problem. I don't know, but three kids running wildly around the room eating chocolate cookie dough off the walls left me time to mix in peace.
Time to roll spoon-sized bits of the gooey brown dough into balls and set them on the pan!
This is about the time that my 3 yr old noticed how much flour had gotten onto her black dress. Appaling. I mean, you just can't go around with flour on your cloths and "Why don't you wipe it off?", while a sensible query to you and I, is nothing but an insult to a young child's dignity. So she stripped naked and we continued on with our work. If you've never baked with a naked three yr old before, you've never really baked.
(Taken just before the cloths came off.)
We cooked the cookies at 180 C for 8-10 minutes. I'm happy to report that we only had two meltdowns in that entire time about "when the cookies would *ever* be done!" And only one of those melt downs came from me! Woo-hoo! Really though. Imagine having to wait eight *whole* minutes for something. In todays world that's practically an infraction on human rights.
Finally we ate them while they were still so hot that we could barely hold them. They're best that way, you know. They were quite moist (all the butter?) and so delicious. I highly recommend this recipe :D
We'll see.
We cook a lot. And when I say cook, I mostly mean bake. There's a subtle difference and the difference is, usually, sugar.
Today we made what we affectionately named "Chocolate is Flying Everywhere Cookies." Between the three little hands "helping" me with the beaters and the rather large amount of flour this recipe calls for, there was, well, chocolate dough flying everywhere. Hence the name.
We based our recipe off of a recipe found in a great little cook book that a friend gave me called International Flavours. It is a book filled with recipes from around the world and was put together by the students, teachers, and staff of the GDQ School, an international Christian school. A great book for missionary families, I'd like to note. The original recipe is called "The best Chocolate Chip Cookies Ever." (From the Hartmann Family, thank you Hartmanns!") An impressive title! But even though we took many liberties, cutting down some ingredients and adding others, I am happy to report that they did live up to their original name of "The best ever."
I bet on cooking blogs you have to be really specific. Yeah, um, sorry. We're kinda' loosey-goosey over here so, bear with me.
First the recipe said to mix one cup of butter with 1 1/2 cups of white sugar and two cups of brown. Holy cow that's a lot of sugar! And butter! I cut it down to one cup of white sugar and about one and a half cups of brown, but put in a little more than a cup of butter, because I walk on the wild side. As I mentioned before, I had three sets of little hands helping me hold the beater as we beat the butter and sugar together. You would think that this would almost ensure that you would never drop the mixer, but oddly, the exact *opposite* is true.
Then my 5 yr old cracked up when I said, "Hang on, I need to mash some of that butter better!" And then my 1 1/2 yr old laughed hysterically every time I turned the beaters on after that. They can't help it, I'm just SO funny like that.
So then we added three eggs and two tsps of vanilla. Mmmm, vanilla...
Oh, where was I? Sorry, the smell of vanilla takes me to far away places.
Ok, so then in a separate big bowl we mixed about four cups of flour (the original recipe called for six. Six! I thought that was a little much.) with 1 1/2 tsps of salt, two tsps of baking powder and enough coco powder to make it reasonably dark. I don't know, maybe 1/4 cup? Go with your gut. The original recipe did not call for coco powder, but we left out the chocolate chips and put that in instead because all of this originally started when one cute kid wanted to make cookies and another cute kid wanted brownies. Brownie cookies! Voila! Problem solved, tears abated, life is good.
Finally we slowly poured the bowl of dry ingredients into the bowl of wet ingredients whilst beating and this is where flying chocolate happened. It was a fairly shallow bowl, maybe that was the problem. I don't know, but three kids running wildly around the room eating chocolate cookie dough off the walls left me time to mix in peace.
Time to roll spoon-sized bits of the gooey brown dough into balls and set them on the pan!
This is about the time that my 3 yr old noticed how much flour had gotten onto her black dress. Appaling. I mean, you just can't go around with flour on your cloths and "Why don't you wipe it off?", while a sensible query to you and I, is nothing but an insult to a young child's dignity. So she stripped naked and we continued on with our work. If you've never baked with a naked three yr old before, you've never really baked.
We cooked the cookies at 180 C for 8-10 minutes. I'm happy to report that we only had two meltdowns in that entire time about "when the cookies would *ever* be done!" And only one of those melt downs came from me! Woo-hoo! Really though. Imagine having to wait eight *whole* minutes for something. In todays world that's practically an infraction on human rights.
Finally we ate them while they were still so hot that we could barely hold them. They're best that way, you know. They were quite moist (all the butter?) and so delicious. I highly recommend this recipe :D
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