‘Twas The Day Before Christmas (A Brady the Book Sailor Poem)

‘Twas The Day Before Christmas
(A Brady the Book Sailor Poem)

Screen Shot 2017-12-10 at 4.27.40 PM‘Twas the day before Christmas at the start of our tale
And Brady the Book Sailor prepared to set sail.
His Magic Purple Library Card he took,
Which could whisk him away to a movie or book!

His Auntie came over, they picked up GrapeB,
(Who totally loved Brady’s new Christmas tree!)
Usually book sailing was all about play,
But Brady was leading a mission today!

He said, “Here’s the sack, and I’ve got the box”.
Auntie Kimberly asked, “What’s in here? Rocks?”
With the heavy sack over her shoulder, she paused,
“Ha, ha!” Said Brady, “You’re Auntie Claus!”

“Very funny,” she said, but he kind of was right.
“We must finish our mission before it turns night!”
“Follow me!” She said, to the pirate and boy,
“Reading’s a gift, so let’s spread some joy!”

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The Kind Little Truck (Written by Brady)

Brady wrote this story all by himself – inspired by a special gift – and read it to the family at Thanksgiving!

The Kind Little Truck
(Written and Illustrated by Brady)

There once was a little truck named Mr. Truck, a/k/a Truckilious Exhaustpipe Truck. His name was almost bigger than he was.

He saw the garbage truck with a flat tire, so he stopped to help. He pulled out a little needle from the tire and started blowing air into the little hole. Continue reading

Hiro the Hero Gyro

By Brady and Auntie Kimberly

Hiro2Once upon a time, there was a sandwich named Hiro. He was a Gyro sandwich. And he was also a superhero. So he was Hiro the Hero Gyro.

You might wonder what kind of superpower Hiro the Hero Gyro might have.

Hiro the Hero Gyro could turn into any type of sandwich!

Hiro’s arch enemy was Sharky, a robotic shark. Sharky could swim in the water or walk on land, and was always getting up to trouble!  But luckily, Hiro the Hero Gyro always managed to save the day!

One time, Hiro the Hero Gyro was supposed to be on vacation from fighting crime.  He went to Coronado, CA and hung out on the beach for a few days.  He was having a great time, but then he heard on his sandwich scanner that a giant robot shark was robbing a bank!

Hiro hopped on to his BolognaMobile, drove to the bank, and rushed inside.  As he suspected, the giant robot shark was actually his nemesis, Sharky. Continue reading

‘Twas the Week Before Star Wars

SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURESI wrote this to amuse Brady (and myself) as the clock ticked ever closer to the premiere of The Last Jedi. You can also read more about our Star Wars journey here – and check out auntiekimberly.com for more content!

Of course, my apologies go out to to Major Henry Livingston, Jr. — or perhaps they should go out to Clement C. Moore.  Clearly, this is a controversy for the ages – to rival that age-old question of whether one should watch the Star Wars movies in story order or release date order*.

*release date order



‘Twas the Week Before Star Wars

I try to use “inside voice” and not shout:
JUST ONE MORE WEEK ‘TIL LAST JEDI IS OUT!!!

The tickets were laid on the counter with care,
In hopes that Luke Skywalker soon would be there;

The Porgs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Ach-to danced in their heads,

And I, Auntie Kimberly, tried hard to sleep,
But heard BB-8 chirping: beep boop boop beep!

Inside my head there arose such a clatter,
I said to my brain, “Hey, what is the matter???”

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It’s All Fun and Games Until Someone Loses a Shoe. (Or an Election.)

20161128_131946As Thanksgiving 2016 winds to a close, there’s just one thing left to do: Brady and I each wrap a pinky finger around one side of the wishbone from our turkey dinner. At stake? One wish, winner take all.

It’s been a good day. Brady was in charge of the pre-dinner prayer (“thank you for all the technology”). I was in charge of dessert (pumpkin mousse pie and pumpkin cupcakes). In between, we scarfed a boatload of food: turkey, green beans, stuffing, rolls, sweet potato casserole (with toasted marshmallows), and cranberry sauce (the yummy homemade kind, not the scary jiggly canned kind). After dinner, I volunteer for Brady Entertainment Duty, which gets me out of doing dishes, although the down side is that I’m not around to supervise the divvying up of the leftovers (#AuditTheStuffing).

Brady and I decide on our wishes, and then we each give our side a big tug. Brady (with an assist from my Dad) ends up with the larger piece. I ask him what he wished for.

Brady looks up at me earnestly and says, “I wished for it to rain candy corn.”

I lower my voice to a whisper. “Did you make that wish up? So you could keep your REAL wish a secret?”

He looks at me like I’m a total moron. (He’ll probably use this look on his parents in about 10 years).

“No. That’s my wish.”

20151126_155725-1We squeeze in together for a picture and smile for the camera – Brady holding up the winning end of the wishbone and me the losing end. We’re family – and best buddies – and we always will be. After a hard-fought competition, we are ready to put aside old grievances and move forward together.

Just like America.

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Auntie Kimberly’s Diary

SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURESOctober 1

Ah, the fall season! A new October and a chance to start over! Time to shed old leaves in preparation for stunning springtime transformation into calm, serene, poised, confident goddess. Steps to said transformation shall include:

  • Meditating every morning. (So as to maintain calm, serene, goddess-like status, as opposed to becoming easily flustered by other people’s fu- I mean fudgewittage).
  • Hydrating properly.
  • Buying locally sourced, organic foods. (Will eat ALL vegetables purchased and not let them rot in crisper until look like fifth grade science experiment.)
  • Not forming relationship with any of the following: Pumpkin Spice Lattes, Dark Chocolate Pumpkin Mochas, Pumpkin Cake Rolls, Pumpkin Date Nut Rolls, Pumpkin Bagels, Pumpkin Walnut Crunch Bagels, Pumpkin Cream Cheese, or Pumpkin Cupcakes.

Will be poised, mature, beatific, saint-like Auntie to 5-year-old Brady and will NOT:

  • Contribute to stuffed animal population control problem.
  • Buy LEGO minifigures with tiny removable hair helmets.
  • Purchase books with drawings of bear poop. (Drew Daywalt’s “The Day the Crayons Came Home” v. funny, but Dadat – B.’s grandpa, my Dad – suggests bear poop drawing is in poor taste and poss. grounds for having Auntie book-buying privileges revoked.)

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The Disappointment Dilemma

img_3603It’s a sweltering summer day. Captain AmeriCute and I are returning from a Superhero and Sidekick outing to an indoor play gym and Target (one of his favorite destinations). I park my car in Brady’s driveway and hop out to open the back door. As Brady climbs out, I scan the back seat, and my heart suddenly drops into my stomach. My mouth is dry, and it’s hard to get the words to come out. I look at Brady, trying to keep my face neutral and my voice steady, so the fear won’t show:

“Where is Princess Leia?”

Our eyes lock, and I can see the fear overtaking Brady as well. “I don’t know!” he blurts out, looking horrified.

“Did you take her into Target?”

“No!”

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