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Friends For Life

Have I written before about how Barry and I both have a handful of friends that we’ve known since we were both practically in diapers? I suppose lots of that is thanks to growing up in small towns. Now Maggie met Thomas on the day he came home from the hospital, so they can honestly say they are life-long friends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who knows where their friendship will take them in the future, but right now they seem like two little peas in a pod, hugging one another, sharing food and getting along swimmingly.

Their personalities are hilarious and watching them together is a riot. Where one of them walks cautiously (Maggie ) the other practically runs (Thomas), and where one shares their food (Thomas) the other gobbles it without a second thought (Maggie).

Regardless of who is running, who is walking, who is sharing or who is hoarding, Thomas and Maggie are sure to be friends for life. Of that, I have no doubt.

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My Child is the One With the Basket on Her Head

Will and Krista came over yesterday and we let Maggie and Will play together. I swear at one point they were standing at the window looking out at the Sandy Lagoon talking about how nice it’d be to go outside and play. Next time hopefully we’ll be able to eat popsicles and enjoy all things Sandy Lagoon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maggie discovered that a basket can be a great way to entertain guests and proceeded to ham it up for all of us watching.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Girlfriend kept the game going and at one point I was a bit concerned that she was going to walk into the wall with the basket on her head.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

See how in the background of the above photo she is still trying to work the whole basket angle? She is totally trying to steal Will’s thunder.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think finally Will was trying to tell her the joke was over and he wasn’t laughing anymore. She clearly doesn’t get the message because the basket is STILL on her head. Poor Will seems a bit defeated at this point, can’t a guy get his picture taken without Miss Basket Head behind him?

We compromised and got a shot of them both together on the bench. (Hey Cole, Will nearly toppled off also, so Caroline is in good company!)

And then Maggie’s hair threw a party on top of her head.

P.S. Did you hear that Thursday is the new Friday??? Yippie!!!

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Brag Talking and Photo Bombing

I don’t really like it when people brag-talk about things they’ve done or things they are going to do, or at least I don’t like it some of the time. So, I am warning you there is a bit of brag-talking in this post. Stop reading if you don’t like partial brag-talking.

Lara and I did a 10K run this weekend and we may or may not have placed first in our age division!

We also may or may not have placed last in our age division.

The run/race wasn’t large by any means (like there was NO way to get lost in the crowd…) and minutes before we were to begin running we had a moment of freaking out because, as we looked around, we noticed that almost everybody (everybody = non professional looking runners) was doing the 5K. After having a shared mild panic attack, we just decided to stick to our guns and do the 10K. I’m glad we did. Our time was awful, the weather a bit foul, but we did it….we finished.

And we signed up for another one in a few weeks, hopefully our time will be better, the weather a bit more rosy and we’ll be able to get lost in the crowd. It felt good to have a friend to run with because running with Barry I tend to feel a bit out of my league. We’ve gone on a few “family” runs lately and I’m usually sucking in air and hoping he’ll stop talking to me and he usually looks like he’s walking and hardly breaking a sweat. So it goes, so it goes.

End of brag talking.

Onto photo bombing. Photo what?

Anyhow, I recently learned a new term: photo bombing. Basically when somebody photo bombs, it means that they are intentionally ruining somebody’s photo. I must say that I think that Sydney The Tubby Puggy might be the master at photo bombing. I don’t realize how close she sticks to us until I get a chance to look at my pictures waayyyyy after I’ve taken them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Granted, sometimes Syd’s face is hard to read, but I’m pretty sure that she plans it out to be in most of the pictures we take around here. For example, a few weeks ago when Thomas came to visit and him and Maggie were enjoying some time outside on the bench, guess who showed up? Oh, yeah! Miss Photo Bomb herself!!