We’re on the road again and this little chicken has been nothing short of perfect on this trip, making friends along the way.
Her language is rapidly developing and the list of words and sounds that she makes has increased ten-fold. Animal noises are her speciality and she has been the life of the party at each and every event, the lone member of her generation.
Some of my dad’s cousins have young kids and she wants to get right in and play with them, mimicking their every move. She has discovered the goodness of mud puddles, mashed potatoes, donuts, graham crackers, popsicles, flowers, swimming pools, and whatever else the mid west has offered her little soul.
The one thing that I forget about Maggie sometimes is that she is a people person through and through. At a fancy anniversary celebration with more than 50 family members, she was more than happy to clap, point and cheese-ball smile for anybody and everybody. This has made dining out easy because she loves to stare down anybody that interests her.
I can’t express how much she amazes me and how much love I’ve got for her. Her curly, curly hair and her huge eyes invite people to dote upon her.
As our car rambles back towards home, one of her favorite things to do is to look at the photos of her papa and Sydney, kissing the pages and make barking sounds.
I’m a bit fearful that by the time we arrive on the doorsteps of HBHQ, Barry might not recognize us because Maggie has absorbed so much new information.