The Puddle People Hour 3rd Radio Show
Saturday, January 19th, 2008
Welcome to the Puddle People Hour!
Each show will include an interview or discussion related to children or parenting issues, a craft, songs, and a story.
Some of the resources that will be showcased on the show come from The Mother’s Survival Kit Series. If you would like your own copy of the book you can pick it up at http://www.pamsargant.com in the store. You can also find great gear in our Cafepress Store!
This is a kid friendly show, so feel free to cuddle your little one on your lap while you listen in.
Listeners (yes kids too with parental approval) are welcome to call in during the show with questions or comments. (646) 378-1633
Today’s Guest:
Katherine Reschke born in England, UK and originally trained as an elementary school teacher. She left the teaching profession to become a full time mom and has 3 children. She came to the States in 1999 and worked as a substitute teacher before training as a coach. Her ethos as a parenting coach is that her clients are the experts in their family and know the best answers once they are asked the right questions. She helps all her clients catch their children being good.
Her website is www.betterparentingcoach.com and her email is coach@betterparentingcoach.com
This is a story from public domain through Project Gutenburg Canada
The WOLF and the SEVEN LITTLE GOATS
THERE was once an old goat who had seven little ones, and was as fond of
them as ever mother was of her children. One day she had to go into the
wood to fetch food for them, so she called them all round her.“Dear children,” said she, “I am going out into the wood; and while I am
gone, be on your guard against the wolf, for if he were once to get
inside he would eat you up, skin, bones, and all. The wretch often
disguises himself, but he may always be known by his hoarse voice and
black paws.”“Dear mother,” answered the kids, “you need not be afraid, we will take
good care of ourselves.” And the mother bleated good-bye, and went on
her way with an easy mind.It was not long before some one came knocking at the house-door, and
crying out,“Open the door, my dear children, your mother is come back, and has
brought each of you something.”But the little kids knew it was the wolf by the hoarse voice.
“We will not open the door,” cried they; “you are not our mother, she
has a delicate and sweet voice, and your voice is hoarse; you must be
the wolf.”Then off went the wolf to a shop and bought a big lump of chalk, and ate
it up to make his voice soft. And then he came back, knocked at the
house-door, and cried,“Open the door, my dear children, your mother is here, and has brought
each of you something.”But the wolf had put up his black paws against the window, and the kids
seeing this, cried out,“We will not open the door; our mother has no black paws like you; you
must be the wolf.”The wolf then ran to a baker.
“Baker,” said he, “I am hurt in the foot; pray spread some dough over
the place.”And when the baker had plastered his feet, he ran to the miller.
“Miller,” said he, “strew me some white meal over my paws.” But the
miller refused, thinking the wolf must be meaning harm to some one.“If you don’t do it,” cried the wolf, “I’ll eat you up!”
And the miller was afraid and did as he was told. And that just shows
what men are.And now came the rogue the third time to the door and knocked. “Open,
children!” cried he. “Your dear mother has come home, and brought you
each something from the wood.”“First show us your paws,” said the kids, “so that we may know if you
are really our mother or not.”And he put up his paws against the window, and when they saw that they
were white, all seemed right, and they opened the door; and when he was
inside they saw it was the wolf, and they were terrified and tried to
hide themselves. One ran under the table, the second got into the bed,
the third into the oven, the fourth in the kitchen, the fifth in the
cupboard, the sixth under the sink, the seventh in the clock-case. But
the wolf found them all, and gave them short shrift; one after the other
he swallowed down, all but the youngest, who was hid in the clock-case.
And so the wolf, having got what he wanted, strolled forth into the
green meadows, and laying himself down under a tree, he fell asleep.Not long after, the mother goat came back from the wood; and, oh! what a
sight met her eyes! the door was standing wide open, table, chairs, and
stools, all thrown about, dishes broken, quilt and pillows torn off the
bed. She sought her children, they were nowhere to be found. She called
to each of them by name, but nobody answered, until she came to the name
of the youngest.“Here I am, mother,” a little voice cried, “here, in the clock-case.”
And so she helped him out, and heard how the wolf had come, and eaten
all the rest. And you may think how she cried for the loss of her dear
children. At last in her grief she wandered out of doors, and the
youngest kid with her; and when they came into the meadow, there they
saw the wolf lying under a tree, and snoring so that the branches shook.
The mother goat looked at him carefully on all sides and she noticed how
something inside his body was moving and struggling.“Dear me!” thought she, “can it be that my poor children that he
devoured for his evening meal are still alive?” And she sent the little
kid back to the house for a pair of shears, and needle, and thread. Then
she cut the wolf’s body open, and no sooner had she made one snip than
out came the head of one of the kids, and then another snip, and then
one after the other the six little kids all jumped out alive and well,
for in his greediness the rogue had swallowed them down whole. How
delightful this was! so they comforted their dear mother and hopped
about like tailors at a wedding.“Now fetch some good hard stones,” said the mother, “and we will fill
his body with them, as he lies asleep.”And so they fetched some in all haste, and put them inside him, and the
mother sewed him up so quickly again that he was none the wiser.When the wolf at last awoke, and got up, the stones inside him made him
feel very thirsty, and as he was going to the brook to drink, they
struck and rattled one against another. And so he cried out:“What is this I feel inside me
Knocking hard against my bones?
How should such a thing betide me!
They were kids, and now they’re stones.”So he came to the brook, and stooped to drink, but the heavy stones
weighed him down, so he fell over into the water and was drowned. And
when the seven little kids saw it they came up running.“The wolf is dead, the wolf is dead!” they cried, and taking hands, they
danced with their mother all about the place.
Paper Plate Space Ship
Materials:
- 3 Paper Plates
- 3 Plastic forks
- Tape/Glue
- Paint
- Markers
- Crayons
1. Take two of the paper plates and line them up bottom to bottom.
2. Glue or tape the two plates together
3. Take the forks and stick the end without the tynes into the plates for landing gear, make sure they are tilted out at a 45 degree angle
4. Tape the forks into place.
5. Take the 3rd plate and place it over the top to create a saucer
6. Tape or glue into place
(Another way to do this is to use yarn and a plastic darning needle to sew them together)
7. Decorate your space ship.Make some variations on this. For instance, cut a door into the top plate that will open and close.
Excerpt from The Mother’s Survival Kit, written and illustrated by Pam Sargant
Popping Corn
Lyrics by Pam Sargant
© August 14, 2006Pop, pop, pop, goes the popping corn
Pop, pop, pop, from night till morn
It popped so high
That it touched the sky
Still pop, pop, pop, goes the popping corn I went to make some popping corn
All my friends they tried to warn
Not to use too much
Not to use too much
I didn’t listen to them at all
That little cup just looked too small
I put a bit too much
I put a bit too much
OH! Pop, pop, pop, goes the popping corn
Pop, pop, pop, from night till morn
It popped so high
That it touched the sky
Still pop, pop, pop, goes the popping corn I never thought such a small little thing
Could get so big and then take wing
I put in way too much
I put in way too much
The next time I am popping corn
I’ll listen when they try to warn me
Not to put too much
I won’t put in too much
STILL!Pop, pop, pop, goes the popping corn
Pop, pop, pop, from night till morn
It popped so high
That it touched the sky
Still pop, pop, pop, goes the popping cornExcerpt from The Mother’s Survival Kit, written and illustrated by Pam Sargant
