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Hurry Up Summer!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

{We’re not sure what Sydney likes more about Maggie, the fact that she naps with her or that she provides treats!}

We went to Camp Janet for the night earlier this week and snuck in a visit with Thomas and Caroline on our way home. By the time that we got back to HBHQ, Maggie and Syd only had energy to pass out together on the bed and sleep soundly. The weather has been playing games with us this past week and even though rain was predicted, the sun decided to show its pretty face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My parents house is one of my favorite places in the world and the walk out their front paper and down the driveway to get the paper is so relaxing, with fields that hold cows sprinkled in the pastures. We’re not too far off from Maggie mooing full-on at the huge cows and their little spring-born babes. Ahhhh, we’re getting so close to summer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last night, after our arrival home, Barry commented to me about our precious potted plants and how interested in them Maggie has become. More than once she has sprinted over to a pot and double fisted dirt with a huge look of satisfaction spread across her face. Maybe we should just hook the girl up with a bucket of dirt and gravel because it seems like that is what she loves the most about the great outdoors so far….dirt and gravel.  Just last week she was trying to throw some gravel into her mouth like it was nut mix.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It feels like we’re nearing the end of the longish stand-off with both the rain and a big tooth that Maggie has been working on.

Can I get a hallelujah?

Thankfully the whole teething issue hasn’t really been an issue with us, but this big one that popped through seemed to do a little number on The Little One. We’re through the woods though, at least until the next one rears its head. Does teething ever really end?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Until then, Maggie’s pallet has developed ten-fold and we’re testing out newish foods left and right. Thomas is still light years ahead of her, but at least we’re making a bit more progress. Still though, she LOVES the social part of eating and yearns to be in the conversation with the big people. She’s got opinions to share and the dinner table is just the place to do it. We listen to her rants and try to chime in when she lets us, I think she got worked up about Donald Trump’s presidential bid the other night. I haven’t yet told her he withdrew, but she’ll be thrilled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(We won’t mention how much Sydney likes to eat, or more specifically, how much Maggie likes to feed Syd…Nope, not mentioning it. At all.)
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Club Mama

 

 

Growing up, Mother’s Day for me meant meeting up with both sides of my family at the Rosario Beach, eating oysters, adding whipped cream to my grandma’s tarts and playing with my cousins. If the weather was nice enough perhaps a canoe was available for rides and the beach ready for frolicking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It took me a  long time, well into adulthood, to realize that I come from a very unique family, one where in-laws intermingle with one another and my sets of grandparents are great friends. My two grandmothers sitting and chatting together is not uncommon. For the life of me, as a child I couldn’t understand how other families didn’t mingle in such a way.

 

As my parent’s house filled on Sunday with different combinations of family members showing up with arms full of food and flowers, I thought to myself how traditions come about.  How over the years Mother’s Day must have been a convenient    time for our tribe to gather and it made sense to do so in the middle of everyone, which happens to be my parent’s house and nearby parks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Keeping with the tradition of seeing family on the Mother’s Day weekend, we zipped up to Barry’s parent’s house before we headed over to Anacortes and were also able to stop by to see his grandmother and grandparents. This meant that Maggie got to see all ten of her grandparents within a 24 hour period. I’m nearly certain that this has never happened before.

Maggie did not disappoint and connected with each of them, pointing, pinching and generally making them solidify their membership into her fan club. Stamps of approval all around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, Mother’s Day. Thinking back to last year, a fresh member to  Club Mama, I hardly remember the day or at least I hardly remember feeling like I was useful or even myself. This year I felt full of life and energy. I have more of a firm grip on motherhood and how to be ME at the same time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I didn’t slurp on any oysters or even walk on the beach this Mother’s Day weekend, but I did see some of my cousins, chat up all my grandparents (Barry’s too!) and enjoy the family filled festivities.

And, most importantly, I got to spend the day with my mother and daughter.