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And Fidge Zoomed Here….and There.

 

 

 

I got a phone call yesterday from my mom saying that her schedule had suddenly opened up and she wanted to know if Mags and I were available to get together. We never pass up a chance to hang out with Grammy, so we cleared our busy schedule. (Wink, wink!).  I’ve probably said it before and I’ll most likely say it again, but my mom’s nickname, Fidget, could not be more appropriate.

I took advantage of her being here and was able to wash the windows – inside and out (!) among other Spring Cleaning type of things. Typically I’d feel pretty proud and spiffy about being a busy-body, but my mom zipped all around our house speedy-quick (Junie B. Jones style) and toted Maggie along on her hip for the ride….commentating the whole time. I kept hearing bits of their conversation, “I’m going to turn the vacuum on now” or “Oh, you DID climb on top of the dishwasher door!”

Sometimes I find it so relaxing to do the most mundane things while knowing that somebody else has their eye on Maggie. Today that looked like me scrubbing our windows, hosing down our screens and pulling a couple weeds.  I felt joyful hearing The Mag-Pie and my mom interact and with each window that I watched I got to see them having special time – from the outside looking in.

I love spontaneous, productive days.

Thanks for all the energy you bring, Fidge.

 

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Dresses & Daffodils

When I drove into the driveway at my parent’s house earlier this week the first thing that I noticed was all the yellow splashes around the property. Daffodils were popping up in every little nook and cranny and they looked so cheerful and bright – in contrast to the dreary rain.

We have a basket of socks sitting in Maggie’s closet, but I can hardly get the girl to keep her shoes on sometimes, so it seemed fitting that when we set her down on the cold, soft ground she didn’t miss a beat and started playing with the rain drops on the yellow baby daffodils. The girl loves to be in the garden and around the fresh dirt, much like my mom.

On this trip up, more than any other time, Maggie feel in love with my mom. They spent time together going up and down the stairs, reading, eating and I totally played second fiddle. Maggie even filed a couple complaints with my mom, which so far she seems to only do with Barry and me.

I also happened to bring up some old skirts of mine that I no longer wear and my mom, one of the most industrious women that I know, turned part of one into a dress for Maggie. Not only that, but she made a few other skirts and the top that Mags is sportin’ in these photos. If I were the one doing the sewing, I might feel like I’m bragging, but instead I’m bragging about my mom and her sewing machine.

How could I not brag when cute, cute, cute things like this dress are getting created?  Now I sound like a total snooty-pants. Oh, well. Some days are like that, I guess.