Happy Halloween

About three weeks before Halloween, and with the help of a mini package of M&M's, Maggie learned to be very proficient in saying trick-or-treat (it actually sounds like "tick teeee"). I gave her just enough candy corn for the following three weeks for her to learn that tick teeeee is indeed a very good thing to say. With all the excitement, when it came time for actual trick-or-treating on Halloween, she forgot the magic words (or maybe she has just become convinced that tick teeeeeee is something you say when you want your mom to give you candy... she continues to try it). Anyway, it was still fun to plan and make our costumes, and Maggie was still very happy with the loot that she collected. Because I am such a mean mom, Maggie has only eaten a couple pieces of her special candy (and a couple more she has managed to take care of straight through the wrappers), and while she certainly enjoys that, I think she has enjoyed scattering her candy throughout our apartment even more, and I have learned how many places a toddler can find to stash candy as well as what happens when a sucker is placed with your silverware in the dishwasher.

For those of you who are not Simpsons fans, well, we are Homer and Marge Simpson (I hope you were able to figure that out), and Maggie is Maggie Simpson. I know it is totally ridiculous, but I couldn't resist.

A true L.A. girl and a farm

In the spirit of autumn, I took Maggie to a farm harvest festival where she got to explore a pumpkin patch, climb on a haystack, go on a wagon ride, see lots of animals, and her very favorite activity (naturally) . . . watching the animatronic chickens sing and clap their robotic beaks. She was pretty much in love with the chickens and kind of melted down when I dragged her away for the 3rd time.

On our way to the farm Maggie proved that she is a true L.A. girl. When we suddenly came upon a traffic jam, with a very concerned face, she pointed to the traffic and said, "Uh-oh."

"You can say that again," I thought.

Then, later in our drive, she did.

We came upon another traffic jam (we do live in L.A.), and again with a very serious face, she pointed to the traffic.

"Uh-oh," she said. You know you live in L.A. when your 18 month old knows a traffic jam when she sees one.

Also, the farm was nice :)

(And cheering for the chickens, of course)