My Baby
Monsters

Pretend this is the Earth,
And this is the thing to poke the Earth,
And then the Earth is dead.

Watch me,
I poke the Earth.
It is destroyed.

Now this is the second Earth,
And this is the thing to poke the Earth,
And then the Earth is dead.

Watch me,
I poke the Earth.
It is destroyed.

Night night,
–Josie

My dad and I have a store where we sell art we make together. I got one of the shirts for trading in some of my Halloween candy. It's has a picture of me as an Alien Monkey. I like that picture a lot, I gave myself big eyes.

We both have the same shirt. We wore it to the Science Center the other day. My dad said we were twins, but I know twins come from the same mommy, and they are born at the same time. My daddy is not my twin. He is just silly. He's always silly.

At first mom said she didn't like the picture because she thought it was scary, but now she drinks her tea from it… sometimes she'll share it with me, but only if I haven't brushed my teeth yet.

Night night,
–Josie

Today I had class with My Baby Monster Kids. I taught them art, but they're not very good with scissors. They don't cut what they are supposed to.

They cut outside the line.

They were cutting turkey feathers for their turkey project but they didn't do a good job. Not at all. They need a lot of teaching.

And by the way, mom didn't say yes about the snowglobe today… maybe tomorrow.

Night night,
–Josie

We were outside looking at the lights… barefoot… but there were many mosquitos, so we went back in.

Some people on our street have put up Christmas lights. They are very pretty and bright. Our next door neighbor has colored lights, and across the street they have blinking white lights. I like them both the best.

I want a big snowglobe for our front yard, but Mommy says no. I wonder if she'll say yes tomorrow.

Night night,
–Josie

The baby monsters were my babies. Now some of them have grown into kids and go school. I home school them. I am not home schooled, but they are. They don't always listen very well and they have much to learn.

Night night,
–Josie

My Baby Monsters are not bad monsters.

Daddy says, "The Bad Monsters have to go home at dinner time." And mommy says, "The Bad Monsters cannot sleep over. Only allow nice monsters are allowed to spend the night."

My Baby Monsters live with me. The Bad Monsters live with their mommies and daddies. They can't live here. No way.

Night night,
–Josie

I sleep on the floor diagonally. I didn't mean to sleep diagonally, but I did sleep diagonally and it was ok to sleep on the floor diagonally.

Night night,
–Josie