Fiona Elisabeth Rose Canfield is Nuts (Not the Eatable Kind)
Fiona had such fun visiting Mrs. Parker’s class this week. She was sad to leave after such a short visit.
Fiona got to show the class where she’s traveled. After the school day ended, Fiona took a few minutes to read a book to herself in the class room.
Daddy also got to play his mandolin for the class.
And the next day, Fiona was in Castle Rock for a short while.
Fiona says hello to Mrs. Parker’s class and wants them to know she’s now in New Mexico.
Fiona is homeschooled and learning a lot as we travel around. She’s recently been in Missouri and Kansas. A class in a school in Denver Colorado is following her blog so she’s taking pictures of places she’s recently been, posting them here and waving hi to the class. Enjoy!
Look at that snow! See all my snow angels? I tried 1…2……..3. 1 and 2 were attempts, but still… Oh, 3 was my best. Well, i`m in winsconsin. It does NOT! snow in California.
dear class i play d with ligts and danceddd it was fun,drotheeiey fun colr ligt -fiona.
Yet another Fiona story.
It’s just two sisters in this house. But they still live together. And they really love each other. But sometimes they hug. But they’re really sisters, I telled you. And our mom lives away from us. But sometimes my sister Rachelle buys me toys at her work.
Another Fiona story from when she was younger.
Do not put fields in our grass because the fields could make fires and the turntacles and grass. So keep away from trash and fields. And our order will keep it pyraminted. In order that it will be the best fields and grass to keep safe in more danger.
And also do not keep in trash; otherwise fires will appear.
NO TRAVEL MOM, NO TRAVEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 NO Travel NOK,HFEIW,,SKHOFRFH 6Y ME.
Another story Fiona dictated to me at age 3. These are not spelling errors you see; they are the words as she said them to me.
Fun. Once upon a time braids. They were splaining all around with little red riding hood and her (moms). My baby pet is very heavy to hold but it was happy. It was wagging its tail by doing this…flickl, flickl, flickl. Flag and dressy wag. My baby cow 3. But 2 baby cows. Baby cow 3 and 2.
Today we’re going play calls. Today for everybody to not come over. But today they are coming over tonight. But as soon as they get changed; but it’s kind of snowy tonight. But they knew they would put on their hats and make a snowman. Today their snowman was made out of night moon. Today they were sliding. By circling their tails…straking, glide. But their tails were going away.
I’m your little kid’s holding your baby pet. Today they flew. Bloobleie Bolooblie day 2 from to to to from two to one. Clauplinine time. Climb eye me. Sham leme low. Climb oh.
Climb in a tubily. I’m so my baby. My baby pet now.
Another story dictated at 3. Not sure why it’s called Dress Two. You’d have had to ask Fiona way back then.
Once upon a time there were two little Marys. And then the cows were jumping over the moons. And then the cows were jumping over lives and streets. But they were walking in hats this time with tails sticking up and wagging them – really fast.
This cow did, named Humphrey, jumping over a line and another street. Today we’re writing a skateboard story about wagons. Waggin their tails and writing their lails. Then their gals were going jumping over the line. And then they were jumping over hats and lines. But two little Marys and one little riding hood was going to one Mary’s mom and they didn’t want to see little red riding hood.
Then they were slipping in a popcorn chain called cage. Then they were jumping over dots by flying them. But they were too slow so they couldn’t catch up to the planes. And then my stories were all filled.
But today we’re having a story about these clivers. All of the clivers were disappearing from. The end stories. But they were too slow so they couldn’t catch up faster.
Another story Fiona dictated at 3.
Once upon a time Mary pencil met moon at silly scone as story upon a blanket stories and full of pencils. The end for you. The scone isn’t the end, but the story isn’t done yet.
And then got it – BANG! Suddenly, shirt upon a nothing and where did everybody go? They went to watch on the little TV. Then the scone was getting eaten. Then they fell through an open board. Then the pillow came to eat the scone as a pillow bite.
Necklace, necklace, golden necklace. The scone gets eaten by the necklace. Then 17 turns into Lincolnteen. Face in the moon. Then the moon said, “Why don’t I buy you a scone?”
As e ah so am new for a de end.
Fiona’s written by Mommy and Gianna; Sue and Send
This is the end of the story.