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Kissy, Kissy

Mags is learning to ‘give loves’ and it is a slobbery mess, but I’ll take ’em. Sometimes her kisses turn into bites and so we’re working to distinguish between the two. Seeing as the poor child has been kissed nearly every minute of her life, you’d think she’s be able to plant a good one here or there.

In other news, we (and I mean Barry) is thisclose to finishing some of our FALL gardening/weeding. I’m not sure I really remember what our garden looks like, it has been so long since I spent a significant amount of time with it. There was a point when Maggie was a few months old and my parents were visiting and I got to go outside and do some major cutting back. It felt so good!

At one point my dad was inside with tiny Maggie walking around the house with her as the rest of us were outside….it started to rain and I kept on cutting back the bushes in front of our house until they really couldn’t be cut back anymore. It was so satisfying to be outside and ripping and tearing, but equally satisfying in a very different way, to come back inside and hold my new baby.

As Maggie learns to give kisses and mixes in a few bites, I think about that day all those months ago where I spent part of my day ferociously cutting down part of our cherry (?) tree and ripping out weeds, only to be called inside to peel off my dirty clothes and tend to my hungry baby. Some moments feel like bites and other like big, sloppy kisses. I’ll take both, thankyouverymuch.

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Thanksgiving Preview

Remember last year? We found out that we were having a girl because we’d made a cake as a way to reveal to everybody what we were having. Well, this year things are different. We’re still at Camp Janet, but Maggie is here and we’re taking a billion photos of her, we’ve got piles of snow, the turkey is in the oven…..and……well,

a pipe burst this morning. We don’t have running water. I’ve only accidently turned the water on twice so far, but my poor, poor dad is trying to fix the problem.

Barry and I walked out to get the paper – a winding walk on the country road with the dogs in tow. There were no other tracks except for ours and it chilly. Maggie stayed with my mom by the toasty fire and helped keep an eye on the smelly foods and all things Thanksgiving.

We’ll see where things are in the next few hours, but so far this is a pretty exciting Thanksgiving Day.

As if I’m really doing anything to help this whole situation…..blogging helps, right?

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And the Pug Jumped Over the Fence

We woke up to our yard covered in a perfect dusting of snow. You’d think that Sydney would hate the snow, since she really hates the rain, but she adores the snow. In small amounts. She spent a chunk of her morning chasing a squirrel around in the back yard. At one point I was worried that she’d jumped the fence, but then I reminded myself that she is a Pug and generally Pugs don’t go jumping over fences.

A few times today I have found myself holding Maggie, completely captivated by the falling flakes, staring out the window. We’ve gone outside and wandered around the yard, but when we bundled up to really hit the trail, the snow really started falling and Maggie had fallen asleep in the Ergo.

Perhaps when she wakes up we’ll contemplate heading out again, but at this point she seems snug against my chest as I type this.  I want to let her sleep because last night she threw a P-A-R-T-Y. It wasn’t really that late, but the rest of our tribe was ready to sleep. Okay, so it was like 10 o’clock, but it might as well have been 2 o’clock.

For some reason somebody (it wasn’t me and it wasn’t Sydney) gave her a maraca to play with while she rolled around in our bed. She was rocking out with it and, on one hand, it was very, very funny; however, when my poor brow met up with the wooden instrument I was not laughing as hard.

So today when she did basically the same thing with Sophie, I was able to continue laughing and keep my brow in tact. This mothering thing is rough sometimes, nobody really tells you that.

Honestly, there is a lot that nobody warned me about. Nobody warned me that I’d start to think crazy thoughts – like about Pugs jumping over fences. Nobody warned me that snow, once again, will be utterly captivating. Nobody warned me that I’d be getting hit in the head by a maraca while wishing I was asleep. Nobody warned me that I’d love this little Hooligan so, so much.  Jeesh.