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FREEZE-O-RAMA

Come chill with me, baby, as we cook up a month's worth of family meals in just one day. So come on into my kitchen. We'll give you all the freezer cooking tips, tricks and recipes.

Goode and Gooseberry Patch Project

Join me as I cook my way through Gooseberry Patch's Cookbook--Mom's Favorite Recipes a la the Julie/Julia project.

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The world is full of Super Moms just like you that make the world go round. From play rooms to board rooms, check out how my Super Mommy friends make it all happen.

It's a GOODe Life

Life is made up of moments. The funny. The ordinary. The frustrating. Join us as we share a few of ours while we live the GOODe life in the hills of Indiana.

Monday, December 28, 2009

It's a Goode Life: The Christmas Surprise


Our holiday tales continue tonight with part 2 of 3 :) Tonight's focus is a very Puddie Christmas.



I love spending the holidays with Puddie.




He is part child at heart...

 

and part animated puppet for Miss Addie.





They are quite the pair...




Oh and he is also part...ahem... Superman



I just love a man who can wear an apron and make the noodles to match!...ahhh my hero!




Oh and who can forget... a tutu too...

 

This year I wanted to get Puddie a special gift... so I had to go into uber stealth ninja mode and order him a very old copy of James Whitcomb Riley's Child Rhymes With Hoosier Pictures



Puddie and I rarely get away with surprise gifts




But this year, I succeeded :)




This book was very special to Mike because it held this very special story...




Puddie's childhood memories are filled with his mama reading this very story to him.




And now he can read it to his lil' monkey from his very own copy :)




Below is the Bear Story thanks to archive.org . To think-- I thought Dr. Seuss could be a challenge from time to time...

THE BEAR STORY


THAT ALEX "1ST MAKED UP HIS-OWN-SE* F "

W'Y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out


In the woods to shoot a Bear. So, he went out


'Way in the grea'-big woods he did. An' he


Wuz goin' along an' goin' along, you know,


An' purty soon he heerd somepin' go "Woo/i!"


1st thataway "Woo-oofi!" An' he wuz skcercd,


He wuz. An' so he runned an' clumbed a tree


A grea'-big tree, he did, a sicka-more tree.


An' nen he heerd it ag'in: an' he looked round,


An' 'fuz a Bear! a greet? -big shore-nuff Bear!


No: 't'uz two Bears, it wuz two grea'-big Bears


One of 'em wuz ist one's & greet? -big Bear.


But they ist ooffwent " Wooh ! " An' here they come


To climb the tree an' git the Little Boy


An' eat him up !

An' nen the Little Boy


He 'uz skeered worse'n ever! An' here come


The grea'-big Bear a-climbin' th' tree to git


The Little Boy an' eat him up Oh, no!


It 'uzn't the Big Bear 'at clumb the tree


It 'uz the Little Bear. So here he come


Climbin' the tree an' climbin' the tree ! Nen when


He git wite clos't to the Little Boy, w'y nen


The Little Boy he ist pulled up his gun


An' shot the Bear, he did, an' killed him dead!


An' nen the Bear he failed clean on down out


The tree away clean to the ground, he did


Spling-splung ! he failed plum down, an' killed him, too!


An' lit wite side o' where the Big Bear's at.


An' nen the Big Bear's awful mad, you bet!


'Cause 'cause the Little Boy he shot his gun


An' killed the Little Bear. 'Cause the Big Bear


He he 'uz the Little Bear's Papa. An' so here


He come to climb the big old tree an' git


The Little Boy an' eat him up ! An' when


The Little Boy he saw the grea'-big Bear


A-comin', he uz badder skeered, he wuz,


Than any time ! An' so he think he'll climb


Up higher 'way up higher in the tree


Than the old Bear kin climb, you know. But he

He can't climb higher 'an old Bears kin climb,


'Cause Bears kin climb up higher in the trees

Than any little Boys in all the Wo-r-r-ld !

An* so here come the grea'-big Bear, he did,


A-climbin' up an' up the tree, to git

The Little Boy an' eat him up! An' so

The Little Boy he clumbed on higher, an' higher,


An* higher up the tree an' higher an' higher

An' higher'n iss-here house is! An' here come

Th' old Bear clos'ter to him all the time!

An' nen first thing you know, when th' old Big Bear

Wuz wite clos't to him nen the Little Boy

1st jabbed his gun wite in the old Bear's motif

An* shot an* killed him dead! No; fergot,

He didn't shoot the grea'-big Bear at all

'Cause they 'uz no load in the gun, you know

'Cause when he shot the Little Bear, w'y, nen

No load 'uz anymore nen in the gun!

But th' Little Boy clumbed higher up, he did


He clumbed lots higher an' on up higher an' higher


An' higher tel he ist can't climb no higher,


'Cause nen the limbs 'uz all so little, *way


Up in the teeny-weeny tip-top of


The tree, they'd break down wiv him ef he don't


Be keerful ! So he stop an' think: An' nen


He look around An' here come th' old Bear!


An' so the Little Boy make up his mind


He's got to ist git out o' there some way!


'Cause here come the old Bear! so clos't, his bref's


Purt 'nigh so's he kin feel how hot it is


Ag'inst his bare feet ist like old " Ring's " bref


When he's ben out a-huntin' an's all tired.


So when th' old Bear's so clos't the Little Boy


Ist gives a grea'-big jump fer Another tree


No! no he don't do that! I tell you what


The Little Boy does: W'y, nen w'y, he Oh, yes-


The Little Boy he finds a hole up there


' Afs in the tree an' climbs in there an' hides


An' nen th' old Bear can't find the Little Boy


At all! But, purty soon th' old Bear finds


The Little Boy's gun 'at's up there 'cause \he gun


It's too tall to tooked wiv him in the hole.


So, when the old Bear find' the gun, he knows


The Little Boy's ist hid 'round somers there,


An' th' old Bear 'gins to snuff an' sniff around,


An' sniff an' snuff around so's he kin find


Out where the Little Boy's hid at. An' nen nen


Oh, yes ! W'y, purty soon the old Bear climbs


'Way out on a big limb a grea'-long limb,


An' nen the Little Boy climbs out the hole


An' takes his ax an' chops the limb off! ... Nen


The old Bear falls k-splunge ! clean to the ground


An' bust an' kill hisse'f plum dead, he did!

An' nen the Little Boy he git his gun


An' 'menced a-climbin' down the tree ag'in

No! no, he didn't git his gun 'cause when

The Bear failed, nen the gun failed, too An' broked

It all to pieces, too! An' nicest gun !

His Pa ist buyed it ! An' the Little Boy

1st cried, he did ; an' went on climbin' down

The tree an' climbin' down -an' climbin' down !

An '-sir ! when he 'uz ptirt'-nigh down, w'y, nen


The old Bear he jumped up ag'in ! an' he

Ain't dead at all ist 'tendin 1 thataway,

So he kin git the Little Boy an' eat

Him up! But the Little Boy he 'uz too smart

To climb clean down the tree. An' the old Bear

He can't climb up the tree no more 'cause when


He fell, he broke one of his he broke all

His legs! an' nen he couldn't climb! But he


Ist won't go'way an' let the Little Boy

Come down out of the tree. An' the old Bear


Ist growls 'round there, he does ist growls an' goes

"Wooh ! woo-ooh ! " all the time ! An' Little Boy

He haf to stay up in the tree all night

An' 'thout no supper neether! On'y they

Wuz apples on the tree! An' Little Boy


Et apples ist all night an' cried an' cried!


Nen when 'tuz morning th' old Bear went " Wooh ! "


Ag'in, an' try to climb up in the tree


An' git the Little Boy. But he can't


Climb t'save his soul, he can't ! An' oh ! he's mad /


He ist tear up the ground ! an' go ' c Woo-ooh ! "


An' Oh, yes ! purty soon, when morning's come


All light so's you kin see, you know, w'y, nen


The old Bear finds the Little Boy's gun, you know,


'At's on the ground. (An' it ain't broke at all


I ist said that ! ) An' so the old Bear think


He'll take the gun an' shoot the Little Boy:


But Bears they don't know much 'bout shootin' guns:


So when he go to shoot the Little Boy,


The old Bear got the other end the gun


Ag'in' his shoulder, 'stid o' th' other end-


So when he try to shoot the Little Boy,


It shot the Bear, it did an' killed him dead !


An' nen the Little Boy clumb down the tree


An' chopped his old woolly head off: Yes, an' killed


The other Bear ag'in, he did an' killed


All boff \hz bears, he did an' tuk 'em home


An' cooked 'em, too, an' et 'em !


An' that's all.





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OH, you are good. So good.

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