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The Training Machine’s Fan Club

Barry has become a training machine these past weeks: swimming, biking, running, swimming, biking, running. When he comes home, Maggie and Sydney follow him around waiting for a few hugs and pets, letting him know that they’re glad he’s back. Maggie instantly starts babbling to him about her adventures and Sydney usually finds a toy or two with the intent of getting a game going. He always listens and always gives in to the game.

Trying to keep those two away from him is nearly impossible, they adore the guy. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same way. As he continues to train (and work on some super awesome tan lines) I have no doubt that Maggie and Sydney will perfect their cheerleading moves to encourage him in the coming weeks. I’ll have to see if they’ll let me in on some of the action, but between the two of them there isn’t much room.

 

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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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Bone Picking

Most of the time Sydney leaves Maggie’s toys alone and sticks to her own basket of goodies. Occasionally we’ll find Syd chewing on a puzzle piece or Mrs. Potato Head’s earring, but she usually knows that she isn’t supposed to have it and looks very guilty. Maggie has figured out Sydney’s toys and always wants to make a special delivery to Syd, just to make sure Sydney has has total access.

And for a bit extra, Mags throws in a bit of her special lovin’ to make sure that Sydney understands what pals they are. If there were a soundtrack playing to the picture above it would be of either my or Barry’s voice telling Maggie to be gentle and give nice pets. We’d also be telling Syd what a good dog she is.

Because after being pummeled with her bone and having her rolls pinched by tiny fingers, she is a really, really good dog that probably deserves to chew on Mrs. Potato Head’s earring or the corner of a puzzle piece.