The picture at the bottom of the post, of the frog pin, was mine when I was Maggie’s age. I loved staring at it as a child. It was attached to a purse of mine that my mom made for me as a youngster and hung in my bedroom for years and years. Somehow the pin ended up in our bathroom here at HBHQ and has been in a drawer kicking around. A few days ago Maggie discovered it and wore it with pride for Valentines’s day. Barry and I found a balloon of a huge frog at the grocery store and bought it for her because she loved the pin so much. We’d been hiding the balloon in a closet waiting for Valentine’s day to come.
We’d put the balloon next to the fridge for Maggie to find in the morning/middle of the night when she gets up to get her cup of milk, but weren’t sure what to expect with her reaction to the discovery. Well, in the night/early in the morning (its all about perspective) she climbed into bed and announced “Daddy got me a frog ballooon like my pin and it’s beautiful.” Then she chugged her cup of milk and fell back to sleep. That dang frog balloon has been smooched on by all of us and dragged around the house like a new-found toy. Barry also revived a game “Balloon Bop” from his childhood and we’ve all been playing together.
Audrey has crawled over to me and has now put her hands up my shirt and is pinching that awkward area of my side muffin top. I better go. By the way, Audrey is standing up on her own, and walks with a push cart, but has NO interest in taking steps independently.
Pinch.
Pinch. Pinch.
