Ladybug Stories, Poems, and Songs Magazine for Young Kids and Children September 2016

Kate, Max, and Charlie are cleaning out the garage. They find funny old clothes and a dusty chalkboard. Kate has an idea. “Let’s play school.” Miss Kate writes some letters for Charlie. Mr. Max helps Charlie read them out loud: “A! B! C!” Now Mr. Max gets a turn with the chalk. He draws some animals for Charlie to name. “Ladybug! Owl! Cricket!” laughs Charlie. Kate’s daddy hurries out of the garage. He found his guitar! “Let's have a music lesson,” he says. He sings them an old rock song. Kate’s mommy comes out of the garage with her hands full of toys. Mr. Max chuckles. “OK, class! It's time for recess!”…

My hair grew too much, so my dad took me to see Sheila. I like Sheila because she has a green necklace and she's careful with my ears. If I look sad, she says, “Tell me a-a-all about it.” Then I do tell her, and I feel lots better. Sheila cut my hair pretty short that day. My dad kept saying, “Shorter, Sheila, shorter,” so she just kept cutting it. I wasn't too sure about this haircut, but I didn't say anything. When we got home, I looked in the mirror and cried. I yelled, “MY HAIR IS TOO LITTLE FOR ME!” My dad said it looked super. He was sure that if I slept on it, I'd like it in the morning. I slept on my hair all night.…

One warm day, the wind blows from the west. It races past meadows and over hills. The clouds gather to tell each other, “Storm is coming.” In the woods, the pine trees bend back to look at the sky as they shake in the wind. Then, with a gentle whisper, all the pine cones close their starry tips and say, “Storm is coming.” In a meadow, the bees gather close to the hive. With their wings, they beat an urgent message that passes from one bee to the next: “Stay close to home. Storm is coming.” On the lake, the waves race to the shore. Faster and faster they roll until their crests turn white. As they crash into the sand, they gurgle, “Storm is coming.” The gulls see the…

Into the air! Each drop of water is made of tiny droplets. When the sun warms them, they rise and become part of the air. It’s like the steam from a kettle! High in the sky, the air is cooler. As the water in the air cools, it changes back into droplets. They bunch together to make clouds. In the clouds, many, many droplets stick together and grow bigger. When they are heavy enough they fall from the sky . . . The water we have on earth now has been moving and changing forever! We’ve seen how the sun heats the water so it rises (1), cools (2), and becomes a cloud. In the cloud, droplets join together to become raindrops (3), and fall back to the earth (4).…

 Make your own picture book! What You’ll Need: scissors stapler, yarn, or string What to Do: Cut out the pages along the black lines. Fold toward yourself along the blue dotted lines. Put the page es in order according to their numbers. Ask a grownup to staple or tie the pages together.…