{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.)
