Put Me In the Story: How Does Sleep Come? Personalized Book

Quinn?

Made Special For

Made Special By

Quinn

Mommy Jeanne C. Blackmore Pictures by Elizabeth Sayles

Quinn?

Made Special For

Made Special By

Quinn

Mommy Jeanne C. Blackmore Pictures by Elizabeth Sayles

To Ben and Sammie, and to Jacob Byrnes, the first baby of the bunch

Copyright © 2012 by Jeanne C. Blackmore Cover and internal illustrations © Elizabeth Sayles Cover and internal design © 2012 by Sourcebooks, Inc. Cover design by Krista Joy Johnson/Sourcebooks Sourcebooks and the colophon are registered trademarks of Sourcebooks, Inc. Put Me In the Story is a trademark of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems­—except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews—without permission in writing from its publisher, Sourcebooks, Inc. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

Published by Put Me In the Story, a publication of Sourcebooks, Inc. P.O. Box 4410, Naperville, Illinois 60567-4410 Phone: (630) 961-3900 Fax: (630) 961-2168 First published by Sourcebooks Jabberwocky, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication data is on file with the publisher.

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Quinn, Each night, sleep comes sweetly... with you in my arms!

I am blessed to be your mommy.

“How does sleep come?” Quinn asked his mama as he climbed into bed.

Quinn’s mama tucked the covers all around Quinn just so, and then she told him.

“Sleep comes quietly.

Like a snowfall that blankets a meadow on a dark starry night and lays down a soft white canvas for rabbits to leave footprints.�

Quinn snuggled under his covers.

“Sleep comes silently.

Like a fog that rolls into a harbor and shrouds the boats in misty gray, making a silence broken only by the clang of buoys.�

Quinn yawned and stretched.

“Sleep comes softly.

Like a cloud that drifts through a bright summer sky and sweeps a cool shadow across the land.”

Quinn sighed and curled up.

“Sleep comes peacefully.

Like a cat that curls up cozily in front of a warm fire, and kneads its paws as it purrs.�

Quinn’s eyelids grew heavy.

“Sleep comes gently.

Like a butterfly that lands delicately on your hand and slowly brings its wings to rest.�

Quinn closed his eyes.

And the snow fell.

And the fog rolled in.

And the clouds drifted.

And the cat purred.

And the butterfly alit.

And quietly, silently, softly, peacefully, gently,

Quinn fell asleep.

About the Author Jeanne C. Blackmore works as an attorney during the day and, unable to resist the storytelling heritage of her family, writes in her spare time. Jeanne’s grandfather, Roger Duvoisin, was a well-known children’s book author and illustrator, and all of her siblings are authors of one sort or another. Jeanne lives in northern Vermont with her husband and their two children, along with two dogs, several chickens, and a bunch of hermit crabs.

About the Illustrator Elizabeth Sayles has illustrated more than twenty-five books for children including the New York Times #1 bestselling picture book, I Already Know I Love You by Billy Crystal. She is adjunct professor of Illustration at the School of Visual Arts in New York City. She lives in the lower Hudson Valley of New York with her husband and their daughter.

e is here and little m i t t h g ones i N are growing sleepy…

“How does sleep come?” Quinn asked his mama as he climbed into bed.

Quinn’s mama tucked the covers all around Quinn just so, and then she told him.

“Sleep comes quietly. Like a snowfall that blankets a meadow on a dark starry night and lays down a soft white canvas for rabbits to leave footprints.”