A request….and another request….

Some of you are already aware, but many of you may not know that my daughter (Magpie) is quite the artist and started her very own blog the summer before last.  We have had precious little time to spare since our family opened our cafe in March, but recently Magpie has gotten quite a bit more active on her blog and I would like to humbly ask those of my readers who are interested in seeing the work of a precocious 9-year-old to pop on over to Magpie’s Menagerie for a look-see.  She has a TON of stuff in the works–poems and art–and it would be great for her to get some more traffic and feedback.

And trust me, she’s not your ordinary 9-year-old (if there even is such a thing…).

Which leads me to my second request.

If anyone has any recommendations for blogs that SHE could follow, I would greatly appreciate any leads–other kid-bloggers and/or kid-appropriate blogs.  I keep a close eye on what she’s checking out but it would be nice for her to have some blog-friends that she can interact with without strict parental over-sight if possible.  She’s kind of nine going on forty so she’s capable of grasping some pretty heavy concepts but at the same time, daddy is, well….daddy.  You know….shining armor and all.  And swords.  Yes, very sharp swords.  One can’t be too careful.

Thanks bunches!

The Poem in Question…

...from when it was Time For Bed...

TheNaturesSong

The Nature’s Song

The wind
whistles past the summer
stream, The sun shines of a
beautiful beam,
The colorful animals
from all around,
Make their noises with 
perfect sound.
The songs of birds drift
past the trees,
With millions and millions
of bumble bees,
buzzing in their hive
with plenty of honey,
To bees, the honey is
mostly like money,
From all around the world,
animals stir,
The worlds full of 
       movements,
     and different sound
The animals all have their
own type of song.

Magdalena
Sage 
Panian


(I refrained from doing anything but normalizing the spelling....
Love what she's doing here with her syntax and sentence structure.)






Braggin’ on my Girl…

…and her new Blog!

Some of you may recall that my daughter, now 7, is a very talented little girl.  She is a gifted artist.

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(One of her recent drawings.  No, she didn’t trace anything.  Yes, she did this free-hand without looking at a picture even.  Go ahead.  Pinch yourself.  I have to regularly.)

I’ve posted some of her art before:

Our Amazing Little Girl

Magpie Art

A number of dear friends have encouraged me to start Magpie a blog of her own to showcase her artwork and we (she and I) have finally done it!

Please welcome Magpie’s Menagerie to the world of WordPress!

I am astounded by her abilities on a daily basis.  She has a gift for sure but most importantly I am proud of her for her hard work and constant drive to improve her art.  She is always trying to do better.

(Oh, and her ballet teacher just skipped her a level!  I’ll stop puffing my chest now…)

She has put a lot of thought into the blog and is very excited about adding more art and ideas soon.  You can expect to see drawings, paintings, poems, photos of Fairy Houses, LOTS of pink (I swear we had nothing to do with it–it has to be biological), and…who knows what else.

I hope you’ll come by and say “HI”.

Thanks all–

Phriday ~Phaiga~ 2/8/13

Not really a Phaiga, technically, but I made up that word and besides, I couldn’t resist.

It does have a poem accompanying a picture, so, in my book, it qualifies.

A guest poster this week.  She’s now writing poetry.

None other than Miss Magpie Sage…photo(1)

The Butterfly That Cried

Oh, the butterfly who cried
nobody heard her because she was inside.

She sighed,
as the fairies lied
in the spot where she hides.

Only one fairy heard her,
the fairy that read to her,although,
she was happy on the inside.

—Magpie Sage (transliterated by me, her dad)

If you’re wondering about the weird phonetic spelling, she’s seven and she’s in a French language immersion program so she tends to blend French sounds with English.

Have a very Phaerie Phriday!