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December 04, 2008



YOU are a great mom, continuing with such creative at home parties for so long. Looking back, I wish I had been more creative... with the parties. Next year, manicures!


Sounds like it was a roaring cupcaked success. You did good, Mama.


What is Fishy Fishy Cross My Ocean? Have I been living in a cave?


I'm sure you just call it something else out there on the West Coast. One person is the shark. She stands behind the line on one side of the room (we put masking tape lines on the floor). All the other kids are the fishies; they stand behind the line across the room. The shark shouts "Fishy, fishy, cross my ocean!" All the fishies have to try to run to the other line without getting tagged by the shark. If they all make it across safely, the shark tries again from the other side. You can play that the first person to get tagged becomes the shark and the original shark becomes a fishy for the next round. Or you can have it so that tagged fishies become seaweed. They stay where they are but can wave their arms and try to tag other fishies too, and the last fishy becomes the next shark.

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