Jessie, my little reporter!

Hey all you lucky beasts!
It's mid June, we are having a nice warm summer and I am getting more sales by the day! And, I WON THE LOTTERY! Okay, $25, but still, I WON! I am so exited because I have enough to buy another lottery ticket! Fran was one digit off from winning the grand prize of $5,000! Oh well, Jessie and Kate have something to say to you:

Antiy montare wund th lotrie! iz shie rech noe? cen shie biy mie a penk clood?
Kate

Momoa is a wynre! yey! i louv to teyp to yu! momoa seyz i can get a cumpooter wene im a big gerl. im almost 4 so sune! Hops to rit yu frum my oun blgo!
Jessie

( Auntie Monster won the lottery! Is she rich now? Can she buy me a pink cloud? Mama is a winner! YAY! I love to type to you! Mama says I can get a computer when I'm a big girl. I'm almost 4 so soon! Hope to write you from my own blog! Jessie)   


Unfortunately, I did not win enough to buy you a pink cloud, sorry Katie-Cat, and Jess, 4 is not QUITE as old as you need to be before you get a blog, sorry babe.

Jess met a reporter yesterday and was absolutely fascinated! Now she walks around the house with Ivey and an old cereal box, for a camera,  a hairbrush, for a microphone, and a book that Fran made her out of stapled papers for her Valentines day gift, asking cute questions like: "When did you learn to go potty?" or "How long ago where you born?" and an exclamatory "So you must be 1000000 now! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" When she gets the response. Her questions are weird and sometimes a bit rude, but i told her what is OK to ask and what's not so she understands now and is getting better, all the while her spelling is getting MUCH better!


The other day, when Kate came over to play, Jess and her decided NOT to play reporters, I was a bit depressed by this revelation because I had come up with a very interesting character that day, instead they decided to play artist. Kate was recently put into art lessons at Ellen's art shop and was showing Jessie all the things Ellen taught her to draw. I'm sure when Anneith came to pick her up I handed over 6 POUNDS of cards, drawings and "master pieces" addressed to her from BOTH girls. "Monster!" Anneith cried when I gave her the art, "You can't give me all of YOUR stuff too!" "Be right back," I said, ducking into the house and coming out with a wagon full of MORE stuff, "I didn't," I said, "believe me, I didn't." and we both burst out laughing and shared a worried glance that said "What will we do? We are already drowning in art and there're only three!"

I need to go, Jess is interviewing the jumpy new dog that Fran is taking care of for a week,

MoNsTeR