tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82336172508720631282011-07-08T08:05:07.409-07:00Becca Boohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11303296042061865559noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8233617250872063128.post-32667002007790287572010-05-09T15:38:00.000-07:002010-05-09T15:51:41.393-07:00My Dad was having the best day and my Mom was too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8233617250872063128-3266700200779028757?l=beccaboopeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ManicMandeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07492791611156764042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8233617250872063128.post-42123695918644876042010-05-09T15:30:00.000-07:002010-05-09T15:38:02.966-07:00My Mom had good Mothersday.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8233617250872063128-4212369591864487604?l=beccaboopeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ManicMandeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07492791611156764042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8233617250872063128.post-70327537407371174822010-05-09T15:17:00.000-07:002010-05-09T15:20:43.307-07:00When I was four years old I went on the bus. It was fun. But when I went there there was lots of people. I was embarrassed. I hate that school. So bad. After school I went home. It was crazy. I love my mom. She is nice. It is Mothers Day today. I had the best day with my mom and my dad. I love you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8233617250872063128-7032753740737117482?l=beccaboopeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ManicMandeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07492791611156764042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8233617250872063128.post-6668893402998186272010-03-14T13:42:00.000-07:002010-03-14T13:46:00.945-07:00by Becca.<br />I was at school. I sat down. Then I ate some lunch. Then I went out to recess and played with my friend MKenna. We played with each other. Then we went inside when the bell rang. Our teacher came out and got us. Then we did something. Then we went to computers. Then went back to our classroom and did something again. Then the early birds left and got their homework folders and their backpacks and coats. Then we played at recess time again. Then we did some stuff and we left school. Then I did my homework. Then I went to bed. <br />The end.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8233617250872063128-666889340299818627?l=beccaboopeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ManicMandeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07492791611156764042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8233617250872063128.post-73248567290946236722010-03-14T13:37:00.000-07:002010-03-14T13:42:30.553-07:00I love daddy.<br />By Becca.<br />Once there was a girl going to church. She was named Becca. They sat at a seat. Then Jonah fighted with her. Then she had to sit somewhere else. Becca was in the corner. Mom called Becca to get out of the corner. She had to sit in Eden's seat. Eden didn't like it! She got in trouble in the church. Becca sat by Daddy for a long time. Then they came back. Then Becca went to her classroom. Then Becca got treats. Then the end. <br />This is a real story. But the title isn't.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8233617250872063128-7324856729094623672?l=beccaboopeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ManicMandeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07492791611156764042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8233617250872063128.post-15406298771231805252009-03-08T18:33:00.000-07:002009-03-08T18:38:46.840-07:00I like my family. These are pictures I wanted Mommy to put up. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NSyijjnjPc0/SbRygt2ARkI/AAAAAAAAABM/N8OFIgqmmV4/s1600-h/DSC01221.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310995766964143682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NSyijjnjPc0/SbRygt2ARkI/AAAAAAAAABM/N8OFIgqmmV4/s400/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" /></a> I like Mommy's baby in her tummy.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NSyijjnjPc0/SbRyM-9SKoI/AAAAAAAAABE/_wSnuA3HwVs/s1600-h/DSC01254.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310995427960695426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NSyijjnjPc0/SbRyM-9SKoI/AAAAAAAAABE/_wSnuA3HwVs/s400/DSC01254.JPG" border="0" /></a> Goodbye!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8233617250872063128-1540629877123180525?l=beccaboopeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Becca Boohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11303296042061865559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8233617250872063128.post-91944374918446629362008-11-30T14:24:00.000-08:002008-11-30T14:30:31.697-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NSyijjnjPc0/STMT65mlQJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kN5MZXFdx7g/s1600-h/DSC02530.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274581491196969106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NSyijjnjPc0/STMT65mlQJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kN5MZXFdx7g/s320/DSC02530.JPG" border="0" /></a>I went to a hotel and watched a movie.<br />I squirted water with a squirt gun. <div align="center">I went to Grandma's house.</div><div align="center">I went in the ocean.</div><div align="center">I went on a playground.</div><div align="center">I liked the trip!</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8233617250872063128-9194437491844662936?l=beccaboopeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Becca Boohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11303296042061865559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8233617250872063128.post-82997869914269643202008-09-23T15:45:00.000-07:002008-09-23T15:55:11.547-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NSyijjnjPc0/SNlzZuhAJmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zenEQG_lwOQ/s1600-h/pic+(14).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249353726497400418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NSyijjnjPc0/SNlzZuhAJmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zenEQG_lwOQ/s320/pic+(14).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I love Celeste. Celeste plays with me. Celeste dances.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8233617250872063128-8299786991426964320?l=beccaboopeanut.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Becca Boohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11303296042061865559noreply@blogger.com3