Maggie Jane, CPA

I've been hunting around for a photo of a book that Maggie wrote a while back called "I Luv Munny," but I can't find it (or the book itself) anywhere. I thought that I had posted it here, but apparently not. Maggie luvs munny. It's a little disconcerting for a bleeding heart like me to see such fiscal obsession in one so young. It reminds me of that 80's sitcom Family Ties where Michael J. Fox played Alex P. Keaton, the young Republican son of a couple of old hippies. It's not really that Mags is any more of a consumerist than any young child who watches too many cartoons with advertising, she just likes to count and stack her filthy lucre - and probably roll around in it - like Scrooge McDuck.

The Evidence:

Maggie had been playing quietly up in her room for some time the other day, and when I went in there later, this is what I found. She'd been happily humming to herself while she divided out her allowance money (she never spends any of it) and clipped stacks of it it together with sparkly flower barrettes. Fiscally feminine!

Pretty

Would you like to know the real kicker? The thing that really makes me shake my head? Each of those little packets is arranged by the first letter of the serial number on each dollar. She's organizing her allowance by serial number. I'm not kidding.

See - all A's!

This is how my 5-year old spends her free time. Something tells me that I should kiss up to her a little more so that she'll take care of me when I get old and she has all the money.

NSFW - Not Safe For Work

Last week at Mike's work, a group of people were having a conversation about food. One guy was describing a vegetarian lasagna that his wife made that didn't even have lasagna noodles in it. (I've heard of using sliced zucchini in place of the noodles, so that may have been it.)

The only woman in the group naively said, "What do you call that? Veg-agna?"

All the men just stood there staring at her in uncomfortable disbelief until the original story-teller said, "Yes, last night my wife made us all eat vagagna at dinner."

*ba dum ching*

True story.

(I usually send copies of my blog posts to my grandmother so she can read them and see photos of the girls, but I think maybe I won't send this one.)

Katie Sez...

First you follow the treasure map...

...to where X marks the spot...

...where a castle has two people with crowns. One crown has a shoe and one has a flower...

(Two people)

(A crown with a shoe and a crown with a flower)

...Then outside the castle and outside the woods there is... A BEAR HAND! (Kate usually screams the words BEAR HANDS!!) The bear hand is picking flowers.

...Next there is a tiny balloon and peanut snacks and another BEAR HAND! This bear hand is also picking flowers.

...And in the field with the bear hands is a crown with a flower, but no people because the people are afraid of the bear hands and they are hiding out in the castle... hiding from the BEAR HANDS!

Good story, Kate.

 

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Also, here are some apple picking photos from last Thursday:

 

Sampling the goods

 

We also got to pick two pumpkins.

Besides picking apples and pumpkins, we also got to go on a hayride and eat apple cider donuts.

Pick your own flowers field

They had chickens, goats, sheep, and bunnies to feed.

Hay Maze

There were little battery-powered tractors on a track. Fun!



Tu(n)esday

I can't watch this video without my mouth hanging open at how talented each one of the band members are. The guitar player and the bass player especially just blow me away.



Here are a few more songs from Pokey LaFarge and the South City Three to enjoy. Happy Tuesday!

Katie Sez...

... Mom, everyone is decorating for Halloween. Everyone. Why can't we decorate for Halloween? We need pumpkins and spooky spiders! Please, mom, please?!

Did this really start already? This everyone thing where everyone else in the world but me is doing something/getting something/going somewhere and I don't ever get anything and I'm whining. That thing. We've started that already? Really? Who took my baby away and left this obnoxious teenager in her place?

I have NOT begun decorating for Halloween because 1. it's September and 2. September is kicking my butt. I can't believe how busy it's been here the past few weeks. It seems that every weekday is a blur of pick up and drop off times and lunches to pack and forms to fill out and show-and-tells to remember. And then every weekend is filled up with things to do and places to go. Fun things, exciting things, some scary things, some tedious things, but mostly enjoyable things and people we love to see. Nevertheless, our life is zooming by and the house is a wreck. Where would we even put pumpkins and spiders when it looks like a bomb went off in here? There are probably some real spiders living under the laundry pile in the basement anyway. Why buy plastic ones?

I never like it when life gets hectic. It makes me feel strung out and unsettled. Where did the time go? I just wanted to drink my coffee on the deck and watch the leaves change color, but I turned around and the month was gone and the colors have already started to show. I didn't get a chance to live while my life was happening in fast forward.

There are six more days left in September. This coming weekend is scheduled to the hilt, but then I'm going to attempt to put the brakes on as best I can. My New October's Resolution (remember how in January I said I never make resolutions??) is to stop and smell the pumpkin pie. I need to take my girl to the farm stand and pick out some mums and decorative gourds. I need to throw away some old magazines and put away all the books I've finished reading. I need to pack up the good 50% of the mountain of shoes next to the front door that no longer even fit the feet of anyone who lives in this house. I need to make a big pot of soup or chili or beans and cornbread. I should make a carrot cake. I need to sit on the deck and drink my coffee and watch the leaves change.

(I'm not even going to check my email while I'm out there!)

Tu(n)esday

Katie Sez...

... Why is this cake old?

Me: Old? It's not old. They just made it. See, it's still hot. It's an old recipe. People have been buying funnel cakes just like this at carnivals for a hundred years at least.

Kate: OK. Can I have another piece of your fun old cake?

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Saturday was Mike's company picnic at Canobie Lake Amusement Park. It was the first time we had ever taken the girls to a big amusement park like that, and they had a blast, of course. Kate asks if we can go back tomorrow... every day.

Red Fruit Punch Moustache