Dresses & Daffodils

When I drove into the driveway at my parent’s house earlier this week the first thing that I noticed was all the yellow splashes around the property. Daffodils were popping up in every little nook and cranny and they looked so cheerful and bright – in contrast to the dreary rain.

We have a basket of socks sitting in Maggie’s closet, but I can hardly get the girl to keep her shoes on sometimes, so it seemed fitting that when we set her down on the cold, soft ground she didn’t miss a beat and started playing with the rain drops on the yellow baby daffodils. The girl loves to be in the garden and around the fresh dirt, much like my mom.

On this trip up, more than any other time, Maggie feel in love with my mom. They spent time together going up and down the stairs, reading, eating and I totally played second fiddle. Maggie even filed a couple complaints with my mom, which so far she seems to only do with Barry and me.

I also happened to bring up some old skirts of mine that I no longer wear and my mom, one of the most industrious women that I know, turned part of one into a dress for Maggie. Not only that, but she made a few other skirts and the top that Mags is sportin’ in these photos. If I were the one doing the sewing, I might feel like I’m bragging, but instead I’m bragging about my mom and her sewing machine.

How could I not brag when cute, cute, cute things like this dress are getting created?  Now I sound like a total snooty-pants. Oh, well. Some days are like that, I guess.