We woke up to our yard covered in a perfect dusting of snow. You’d think that Sydney would hate the snow, since she really hates the rain, but she adores the snow. In small amounts. She spent a chunk of her morning chasing a squirrel around in the back yard. At one point I was worried that she’d jumped the fence, but then I reminded myself that she is a Pug and generally Pugs don’t go jumping over fences.
A few times today I have found myself holding Maggie, completely captivated by the falling flakes, staring out the window. We’ve gone outside and wandered around the yard, but when we bundled up to really hit the trail, the snow really started falling and Maggie had fallen asleep in the Ergo.
Perhaps when she wakes up we’ll contemplate heading out again, but at this point she seems snug against my chest as I type this. I want to let her sleep because last night she threw a P-A-R-T-Y. It wasn’t really that late, but the rest of our tribe was ready to sleep. Okay, so it was like 10 o’clock, but it might as well have been 2 o’clock.
For some reason somebody (it wasn’t me and it wasn’t Sydney) gave her a maraca to play with while she rolled around in our bed. She was rocking out with it and, on one hand, it was very, very funny; however, when my poor brow met up with the wooden instrument I was not laughing as hard.
So today when she did basically the same thing with Sophie, I was able to continue laughing and keep my brow in tact. This mothering thing is rough sometimes, nobody really tells you that.
Honestly, there is a lot that nobody warned me about. Nobody warned me that I’d start to think crazy thoughts – like about Pugs jumping over fences. Nobody warned me that snow, once again, will be utterly captivating. Nobody warned me that I’d be getting hit in the head by a maraca while wishing I was asleep. Nobody warned me that I’d love this little Hooligan so, so much. Jeesh.
