Leave Her With Grammy for One Second And….

 

 

 

Maggie and I are in A-Town for a few days visiting and it is already a delight being here. Even though it isn’t sunny, life in Anacortes during the summer is hard to beat. Not only did we get to swoop in and visit Suzanna and her boys yesterday, but we also got to poke our fingers in my mom’s garden. Within in an hour of pulling into the driveway yesterday, Maggie was busy pulling carrots, peas, rhubarb and strawberries with Grammy Fidget. Sydney has taken on her standard role here and was up at the crack of dawn wanting to get the party started. I got to go on a run this morning with out pushing a stroller or tugging a dog and it was glorious.

Today we get to see some more friends and Midge too, so it’ll be a fantastic day!! I’ve got tons of pictures, but since my parents are practically on dial up still, it might be later than sooner before they appear here. I’m sure I’ll have to share a few before too long. Last night Barry called me during dinner and I removed myself from the dinner table to talk to him. While I was talking to him, my mom quietly asked me if Maggie could have some ice cream since they were all done with dinner. I shook my head yes and carried on with my conversation with Barry.

When I finished the phone call, I walked back into the kitchen to find Maggie with two little spoons full of ice cream, a huge smile, and the tub of Tilamook’s Peanut Butter Chocolate practically on her lap. Maggie was so proud of her double-fists of ice cream and the melted goodness across her face proved that she approved of the flavor. My mom wasn’t really letting her eat out of the tub, but it isn’t exactly something that wouldn’t happen around here.

We’re off to seek out some adventures today and that may or may not include more ice cream.

The Work Can Wait

It was a full, full weekend, Friday, Saturday and Sunday were filled with friends and family stopping by. We got to see so many faces we don’t get to see nearly enough.

By the end of the day today Maggie was tuckered out and had a a mash of blueberries, strawberries, dirt and whatever else crusted and smeared across her face, proving that she loves weekends just as much as the rest of us.  I’d have it no other way, and by the looks of the sun kissed face of my husband, he too was in the same boat.

As Barry and I sat on our back stoop tonight, taking in the last bits of daylight, we realized that we hadn’t gotten a smidgen of yard work done or any of the errands checked off our list. Oops.We both decided that we’re thankful that we have a home in which people feel welcome enough to stop by and visit, the weeds and errands certainly aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.