the book of me

My boys discovered some of these books that I wrote when I was in the third grade, which I loved the third grade. I had a group of friends that we'd huddle around in a circle sitting outside on the cement of the playground making fliers for our very own Babysitter's Club (which we never actually started, and by the way, as a mother I would never hire a third grader to babysit, even if the flier was stellar). I thought we were pretty awesome though. We'd walk around chatting with the teacher on recess duty, Mrs. Roffman, about our super awesome babysitter's club.

OK, looking back, we *might* not have been the coolest group of girls in the third grade.

Anyways, back to the books. These books have become some of my kids' favorite bedtime stories. My husband is the one who reads at night, so I'm not sure if they think these books are the bomb or they are making fun of me, I prefer to pretend believe they love me with all their hearts and would never make fun of me because, well... I was literary genius (yes, this is dripping with sarcasm just in case you are new here) especially with books like this one.

Let's take a little look at a few pages from one of my first 'publication'...

(And why were golden birthdays such a big deal when we were kids, did we expect gold plated gifts... I just don't get it?)

I especially love how I drew pictures of earrings and their backs (yes, that's what those silver things are suppose to be).

Don't go hatin' on me because of my awesome canopy bed; it was fluffy and white and prinessy and I loved it.

Obviously, I really enjoyed sharing a room with my sister (and dumb is spelled 'dum', ironic).

More sibling love...

The End.

Yep, I write about my sister being a brat (and a hog and a pig, umm hello... my parents really should have talked to me about image issues), about my older sister yelling at me and my brother who kicks me out of his room and then The End.

Talk about ending on a happy note.

At least I drew hearts and a flower.

And I can tell you how happy I am that my kids are getting such a positive message from their bedtime stories?

Go me.