Innholdsfortegnelse for January 2017 i Ladybug Stories, Poems, and Songs Magazine for Young Kids and Children

Max and Kate are visiting a potter's studio with Kate's mommy. Max and Kate grab lumps of gooey clay. Kate is off to a flying start. She steps on a pedal, and the potter's wheel whirls. Uh-oh, Max’s pot is spinning out of control! The pots go into the kiln. It will heat up like an oven and bake them all night! The next day, Max and Kate's pots are hard. But Max’s pot still looks funny! “It will be pretty with flowers inside!” chuckles Kate.…

Welcome friends, birds, and small creatures that pass by your home with your own icy art! What You’ll Need: empty plastic deli container small treasures yarn or string purified water What to Do: 1. Take a winter walk, inside or outside, to look for treasures that will fit in the bottom of your container. You might find beads, buttons, leaves, pine needles, flower petals—whatever you like! 2. Arrange the treasures in your container. Make a loop with the yarn and place both ends in the container, with the loop hanging over the edge. 3. Pour in enough water to cover your treasures and the ends of the yarn. Freeze overnight. 4. In the morning, pop your icy art out of the container and hang it outside. It will catch the…

Sarah skipped happily beside Mama. She was on her way to visit the polar bear at his new home in the zoo. They stopped by a shiny railing around a large pool. “There he is!” Sarah shouted. A big white bear stepped slowly into the water. Sarah and Mama followed a noisy crowd of people down a long ramp into a large room. Everyone crowded near a glass wall. Through the glass, Sarah could see the bottom of the bear’s deep pool. Children were calling the bear. Babies were fussing. The room was very warm. The air felt moist. “Are we in the bear’s house?” Sarah asked. Before Mama could answer, the bear glided around the curve in the pool. “Mama! Look at his big paws!” Sarah shouted. The bear…

Snow falls. A thick white blanket covers the city streets. Tom the night watchman clicks open the padlock of the south truck yard. The cold metal stings his fingers. He pushes the long gate wide open for the salt trucks. Drivers arrive and start up the engines. The salt trucks roll to a nearby mountain of salt. A loader scoops up bucketfuls and dumps them into the backs of the trucks. They rumble off to plow and salt the streets for the city’s busy traffic. The night watchman is glad his two young children are asleep at home, snuggled in bed. Every hour Tom walks from one end of the truck yard to the other to make sure everything is OK. Tom checks the west yard. Graders, sweepers, rollers, and…