"If you don't see the book on the shelf, write it." ~ Beverly Cleary
Although we were unable to see Thomas Wednesday for our scheduled play date, we were able to see him for a short bit on Monday. It was a delight, as always. It is becoming more and more challenging to get pictures of these two hooligans because inevitably one of them wants to bust a move.
More later, my parents are coming to visit and we need to be ready to show them how fun it can be to push the Radio Flyer up and down the hall over and over again.
We got a chance to go visit Thomas the other day and it was the first time that Thomas didn’t burst in to tears or that Maggie didn’t maul Thom in the first few seconds. Instead they were like two little peas in a pod, happy as clams, pigs in a blanket….you get the idea.
Marc and Mags get along so well, it’s kind of hilarious. I love that my child’s hair is in constant puff-mode. I realize that I randomly write about hair often, but check out Maggie’s puffy crop of hair.
Deneva is up from SD and we finally got to see her. We were hoping to last week, but with the blizzard that hit the PNW, it just wasn’t in the cards. One thing I love about Deneva is that she adores Maggie and Thomas and has no problem getting down and playing with them, as demonstrated by the fact she’s riding Thomas’ John Deere tractor.
It was so nice to get out of the house for the day, the snowiness was making us feel a bit trapped. Thanks, Larry!
P.S. The last photo is priceless. Thomas has a very sly look on his face and Maggie’s Poof Hair is acting up. Again.
Last week Thomas and Will came over to play and Will got Maggie back for all the eye poking she did to him at his house.
I kind of wonder if she secretly was just trying to get him to give her a scalp massage. Those feel pretty good, you know. 
Anyhow, Will was pretty interested in Maggie and her hair. Lara kind of warned Thomas that Will was playing with his buddy, Maggie, but he didn’t seem to mind. At least until she crawled away.
My parents are coming to visit today….yahoooey! Well, I think my mom is more coming to do some serious smooching on Maggie, which is fine by me. My dad started calling Maggie “Curly” because her hair gets out of control sometimes with the curl situation. I’m sure they’ll have a long conversation about something important because they tend to have a lot to talk about.
My favorite lens broke. I am a sad, sad kitten. Thankfully Canon is going to fix it for me, but that’ll take a while and I already really, really miss it. I didn’t know how much I loved it until it broke. Boooooo, hiss, on bad photos and having to use my other equipment.
