The Grass is Always Greener at HBHQ
We’ve got a full day ahead of us, just as the past few days have been bursting at the seams, but I had to hop on and share a few tidbits before I get a chance to really sit down and write. Thomas & Lara came to meet up with us yesterday at the Library for story time. Turned out story time is on hold until April, so we went on a long walk and came back to HBHQ and lounged in the sun for a while.
Twinkling our toes in the green, crisp grass felt so good. I put out Sydney’s outside water dish in hopes that it’ll get to stay out until the leaves start to change again. Perhaps that is too much to hope for.
Maggie tried to convince Thomas that grass really does feel good.
He really wan’t in to the idea.
No matter which way we cut it, Thomas announced that he was not ready to tickle his toes on the grass and play kickball, baseball, or any other game.
Maggie knows how much Thomas loves to eat things and tried to coax him off the blanket by eating a stick.
Even that didn’t work. (Luckily Sydney kept him company on Blanket Island.)
Even Lara was not enough to convince him to wander off onto the grass.
Mags consoled him and told him that she too is unsure of things in this great,wild world.
And Thomas was happy.
Almost Snowed In
Maggie and I headed up to Anacortes yesterday to spend the day with my mom because her schedule opened up. Plus, we had some other people we wanted to see too. As we fell asleep last night there were a few flakes of snow falling from the sky, but when we woke up there was a heavy blanket covering all that we could see.
We were not prepared for the buckets of snow that arrived at my parent’s door, but luckily they had us covered and I was able to rock some snow pants from 1970. We spent the morning walking out to get the paper with the dogs zig zagging between us and walking in the 8 inches of billowy white. After obsessing over what Mother Nature was going to do next, I opted to attempt to get home before everything froze and we’d become permanent fixtures at Camp Janet.
Although I’m certain that my parents would have loved to have us logging some hours around their toasty wood stove, it was nice to safely arrive home this afternoon. Plus, I missed Barry and he missed us. Maggie had a MAJOR party when she saw him, it was all sorts of cute.
Tomorrow when we wake up to another blanket of white, I’ll be a bit sad that my dad doesn’t get to go get Maggie when she wakes up and carry her downstairs full of bed-head or that my mom doesn’t get to practice playing the piano with Mags on her lap. Maybe I’ll feel a tinge of sadness because I’m like that, a bit nostalgic, but then I’ll remember that I’m home, sweet, home!!