How Martha Saved Her Parents From Green Beans

For every parent who has ever tried to force his/her child to eat their vegetables comes David LaRochelle's and Mark Fearing's How Martha Saved her Parents from Green Beans. Young Martha hates green beans and is convinced they are bad. Little does she know how bad. When a group of bandit beans come into town looking for revenge, they hunt after little old ladies, teachers, Martha's parents...anyone who has ever said, "Eat your green beans!" When Martha's parents are kidnapped, Martha will be forced to take action (after taking some time to enjoy staying up late and eating ice cream for dinner!). Will she be able to save her parents from the green beans? Ivy has asked me to read this to her at least 15 times in the last few days. If only it would make her eat her green beans...

The Children's Hour

Ivy just loves the cadence of the poetry in Longfellow's Children Hour. Glenna Lang does a nice job illustrating this poem, helping Ivy to understand the meaning of unfamiliar words. She has memorized large parts of this poem, thanks to Ms. Lang's efforts.

Between the dark and the daylight,

      When the night is beginning to lower,

Comes a pause in the day's occupations,

      That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me

      The patter of little feet,

The sound of a door that is opened,

      And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,

      Descending the broad hall stair,

Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,

      And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:

      Yet I know by their merry eyes

They are plotting and planning together

      To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,

      A sudden raid from the hall!

By three doors left unguarded

      They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret

      O'er the arms and back of my chair;

If I try to escape, they surround me;

      They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,

      Their arms about me entwine,

Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen

      In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,

      Because you have scaled the wall,

Such an old mustache as I am

      Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,

      And will not let you depart,

But put you down into the dungeon

      In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,

      Yes, forever and a day,

Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,

      And moulder in dust away!

A Plethora of Stories

Ivy and I have been busy with the start of summer camp, new jobs, etc. We have ordered many books from a cool listing. Give some of these a try with us!

New Picture Books