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30 Days of Ede – Day 4 – The Antique Owl and the Pussy Cat. :: 2009-06-19

Months and months ago we purchased this antique cot with all the intentions of having Ede sleep in it. Upon putting it together we realized it was WAY too unsafe for a little one. So, much to the girls delight it became theirs. They decided to put the now slightly rusted frame in the backyard underneath one of the big ol’ trees where they spend alot of their time – and it is ooh so sweet. Today I found Talia and Penny down there reading “The Owl and the Pussy Cat”. Of course, I saw a photo moment, and quickly gathered cushions etc and well, Ede, to be read to. Penny was more then happy to share the moment, as this book was once hers as a baby, and is now read to Ede every single night. (We heard somewhere that repetative stories help early development).

So much to my delight, a loving memory – Ede & Penny reading “The Owl & The Pussy Cat”…

*sigh* How did I get lucky enough to have three such wonderful girls.

P.S Model pics going out this week!

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!

Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?’
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

‘Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

– Edward Lear