"His hound at his heel,
His hawk on his wrist
A brave steed to carry him whither he list
And the blue sky over him."
Can you tell what we're working on?
We've jumped feet first into a new block to start off the New Year. Padriac Colum's The King of Ireland's Son. So far, we love it. We're entranced and addicted and on the edge of our seats. Treachery, enchanters, killing, magic, and true love. And we're only on page 30. We can't wait to hear what happens next. It's almost painful to stop and draw pictures and write little sentences to go along with them.
But we could both use the artistic outlet, so we're making an effort to go slow and build that anticipation. Strengthen the will and all of that. Have our cake and eat it, too.
Meanwhile Sunburst hasn't had her fill of the Anansi stories. She's been retelling her favorites to anyone who will listen, and then, she's reinacting them - sort of. All on her own. No prompting necessary. Let the grand trickery and scheming commence!
Last night I was highly absorbed in cooking dinner when I turned around to the stove and beheld this:
Yup. She got me. Anansi and the Tomato Soup.
The fun continues.