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That Mouse

Trick or treating brought a gift from Sue that has suddenly become Maggie’s favorite. The mouse from “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” has come to live at our house and Maggie has attached herself to the red-overalled mouse like nothing she’s loved before. That mouse has now become woven into the fabric of our lives, and he hasn’t even lived with us for a week yet. Yesterday we were all loaded into the car to go run errands and Maggie suddenly remembered that she’d forgotten her mouse on the couch. As we backed down the driveway, both Barry and I tried to console her by telling her that the mouse was guarding the house, usually a job for Sydney, but that only made the tears worse!  We backed ourselves back into the driveway, turned the car off, unlocked the door and rescued the poor mouse.

“You okay now, Mouse,” said Maggie to the mouse. 

I sent the following to Sue to tell her about the love-fest Maggie is having with the Mouse:

Sue, 

The mouse has so far:
been to costco
been walked around the block in maggie’s baby stroller
been read to (lots)
been invited to sleep with maggie (this never happens with anything else)
driven to emery’s house 
left  in the car all day while barry was at work
 
Seems like a perfect gift. 
 

H

She responded with this:

The mouse has so far:If you give a mouse to Maggie he will:

Go to Costco which will make him really cranky

So you will have to take him around the block in maggie’s baby stroller

So then he will be so tired he will need to be read to (lots)

That will make him sleepy and you will need to invite him  to sleep with maggie (this never happens with anything else)

When he wakes up in the morning he will want to be driven to emery’s house 

This will make him so excited he will accidentally be left  in the car all day while barry is at workWhen he finally gets home he will be so hungry he will eat all of the snacks and you will have to go back to Costco.

 

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Goggles & Books

Somebody {Maggie} discovered a pair of goggles and couldn’t be bothered to take them off this morning as she cruised around the house with her jammies on. (Tid-bit about the jammies: My mom gave them to Maggie and we put them on without realizing that they glow in the dark, the skeleton part at least, until bed time. Barry went to check on her later in the night and came back to report that ‘our daughter was aglow”. )

While running up and down the hallway yelling about goggles and towels she remembered her new Don’t Break the Ice game and proceeded to ask/demand that we play. Of course I couldn’t say no to a goggle wearing morsel. We’re working on taking turns. It seems that Maggie full-well understands what taking turns means; however, she really, really loves having her turn over and over again. Don’t we all?

WAITING FOR MAGGIE TO STOP PLAYING @ THE PARK

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This weekend while I was taking baby pictures and sipping on lemonade at Molly’s shower, Barry and Maggie had a special date of sorts. By the later afternoon we met up at my parents house so Barry and I could go to Erin and Karl’s St. Patrick’s Day party later that night. I had left Maggie and Barry early in the morning and really was excited to see them by the time I pulled in to  my parent’s driveway. I was also anticipating that they’d feel the same way and had envisioned a reunion of hugs and kisses.

Um. Didn’t happen.

Nobody else was home and both Maggie and Barry were settled into their chairs totally engrossed in books and magazines. After I had a split second moment to mourn my reunion that obviously wasn’t going to happen, I happily became a fly on the wall. Maggie is becoming more and more entranced with books these days. I find her in her teepee reading to herself aloud and she is often lugging books from one area to another. My mom had a gigantic basket of books sitting out and Barry informed me that Maggie, after checking to see if anyone was home, dove right in. Since I’m a self-proclaimed book snob, I’m pretty proud.

But it should also be noted that I’m equally proud that my daughter likes to wear goggles with her jammies and play Don’t Break the Ice at the same time. What I’m trying to say is this: I’m pretty partial to Little Miss Mags. How could I not be?

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Jazzed Up

Day 1: Self Portrait:

Remember that I’m doing the 30 Day Photo Challenge? I decided that today’s self-portrait will be a shared one and it will also be a up close and personal one. The other option was one with Maggie picking her nose, so I’m pleased with this one.

You know how I was so jazzed up yesterday about February coming and book group? Well, it was all for a good reason. Last night book group was a total and utter hit. We were missing a couple girls, of the ones that were there, we actually all read the book! We eventually talked about the book (Laura Hillenbrand’s Unbroken) but spent the first part of the evening sipping on wine, eating cheese and laughing about wildly inappropriate stories….well, our version of wildly inappropriate, which is extremely tame. It was a splendid time, of course I didn’t bring my camera.

Today I was still feeling like I was walking around with a bit of pep in my step and then we went to the grocery store and Maggie puked in the middle of everything. It was entirely my fault too because I had given her some food to snack on in the car while we drove, thinking that we’d moved past the No Food in the Car rule that was established after our drive to Carmel. Turns out the girl still gets sick facing forward. The No Food in the Car rule stands.

So there we were covered in puke at the grocery store. Luckily it was right next to customer service and they had somebody out helping us pronto….I plan to never return to that store again, unless I am wearing a mask and wig. Maggie is fine and we’d been planning on going to the park, but the puke smell that we were wearing wasn’t going to get us any friends at the park, so we headed home to at least change. While we were at home it started hailing….which we ran around in, but that stopped being fun after a few minutes.

Instead of piling back into the car, we started to make our pizza dough for dinner and get ready for Maggie’s nap. Barry called in the middle of pounding the dough out and now I’m wondering if my phone is buried in the middle of one of the dough balls. We’ll find out soon enough.  When I put Maggie down for her nap, I realized that she was covered in flour and crusty dough because she really got into it while I chatted on the phone with Barry.

I guess the whole point in all of this puking and pounding is this: I’m still jazzed up. The sun is out and I swear I can hear birds chirping in the trees in the mornings when I take the dogs for a walk. They’re announcing that it’s almost time to get TOTALLY jazzed up and think about packing away our sweaters. But then it hails and we (the birds and me) are reminded that just because Mr. Sun gave a quick shout-out, by no means does that mean winter is over.

You know what though? We’ll just have to wait and see what Punxsutawney Phil has to say about that….he is the final word, after all.

And that is the end of this deliriously boring post. Smell ya later.