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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.

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Almost Snowed In

Maggie and I headed up to Anacortes yesterday to spend the day with my mom because her schedule opened up. Plus, we had some other people we wanted to see too. As we fell asleep last night there were a few flakes of snow falling from the sky, but when we woke up there was a heavy blanket covering all that we could see.

We were not prepared for the buckets of snow that arrived at my parent’s door, but luckily they had us covered and I was able to rock some snow pants from 1970. We spent the morning walking out to get the paper with the dogs zig zagging between us and walking in the 8 inches of billowy white. After obsessing over what Mother Nature was going to do next,  I opted to attempt to get home before everything froze and we’d become permanent fixtures at Camp Janet.

Although I’m certain that my parents would have loved to have us logging some hours around their toasty wood stove, it was nice to safely arrive home this afternoon. Plus, I missed Barry and he missed us. Maggie had a MAJOR party when she saw him, it was all sorts of cute.

Tomorrow when we wake up to another blanket of white, I’ll be a bit sad that my dad doesn’t get to go get Maggie when she wakes up and carry her downstairs full of bed-head or that my mom doesn’t get to practice playing the piano with Mags on her lap. Maybe I’ll feel a tinge of sadness because I’m like that, a bit nostalgic, but then I’ll remember that I’m home, sweet, home!!

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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?