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And the Dish Ran Away with the Spoon…

Maggie is discovering new things every single moment of every single day and she celebrates each discovery by touching it with her hands, tasting it with her tongue and seeing if it moves.

The other day we were content to let her “discover” the dishwasher, mostly because we were thankful that Sydney’s food wasn’t getting destroyed. The pure glee that Maggie showed with the dishwasher was hilarious. I don’t share the same level of enthusiasm.

Personally, I don’t really love our dishwasher and  don’t think about it much beyond loading it and emptying it when necessary.

Loading and unloading, along with every other mundane task, has taken on a new meaning with such an active baby in tow.

She certainly isn’t ready for her own list of chores, but I’m beginning to think that she’ll be a very helpful pipsqueak to have along for the ride of ‘keeping house.’

As long as what we’re doing is safe….because if we’re not safe, someone might get hurt. Mmm-kay?

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Brush, Brush, Brush

I brush my teeth many times throughout my day and we’ve started to get Maggie busy brushing hers. Part of our morning routine involves Maggie sitting on the bathroom counter while we get ready.

We have conversations about what our plans for the day are and what we might have dreamed about. She usually gets to watch Barry shave and they have their own private conversation about father-daughter things

Based on the crazy, crazy bed-head that Maggie has been waking up with, we’re not too far off from having to brush her hair too.  Sadly, the bed-head is not pictured in this post. I’m saving that for another rainy day.

Brush, brush, brush!!!

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Kissy, Kissy

Mags is learning to ‘give loves’ and it is a slobbery mess, but I’ll take ’em. Sometimes her kisses turn into bites and so we’re working to distinguish between the two. Seeing as the poor child has been kissed nearly every minute of her life, you’d think she’s be able to plant a good one here or there.

In other news, we (and I mean Barry) is thisclose to finishing some of our FALL gardening/weeding. I’m not sure I really remember what our garden looks like, it has been so long since I spent a significant amount of time with it. There was a point when Maggie was a few months old and my parents were visiting and I got to go outside and do some major cutting back. It felt so good!

At one point my dad was inside with tiny Maggie walking around the house with her as the rest of us were outside….it started to rain and I kept on cutting back the bushes in front of our house until they really couldn’t be cut back anymore. It was so satisfying to be outside and ripping and tearing, but equally satisfying in a very different way, to come back inside and hold my new baby.

As Maggie learns to give kisses and mixes in a few bites, I think about that day all those months ago where I spent part of my day ferociously cutting down part of our cherry (?) tree and ripping out weeds, only to be called inside to peel off my dirty clothes and tend to my hungry baby. Some moments feel like bites and other like big, sloppy kisses. I’ll take both, thankyouverymuch.