Snoozing Pug
Most days I love being home with Maggie and Sydney, we easily keep ourselves busy and are often on the go. Even though I know that Sydney loves that she now has a nearly full time companion, I can’t help but feel sorry for her just a bit. Gone are the days that she had the whole house to herself. Gone are the 8 hour mega naps that she’d fit in while Barry and I were at work. Now she’s lucky if she can squeeze in an uninterrupted nap at all throughout the day and she rarely gets the house to herself because where we go, Sydney goes.
Before I get too far into how much of a lucky dog Syd is, I have to remind myself that her new life with me home also includes getting hit with puzzle pieces, pinched and poked constantly by Maggie. If it weren’t for the fact that Maggie is almost always sharing her snacks with Syd, I’d feel sorry for the poor pup.
** The above photos are from a recent day when was changing the sheets on our bed and Syd wouldn’t budge when I asked her to get off. Instead of waiting for her to eventually move, I just wrapped up the comforter and pulled the ball of bedding onto the floor. It wasn’t until I went to put her harness on that she finally woke up.
Full Moments
Last week while I was at work Maggie and Sydney went up and spent the night at my parent’s house. I got to go up the next day after working a half day and tag along with their adventures. My mom planted some bulbs and it took about half a second before Maggie was right next to her assisting.
My mom is such a garden whiz, I’m envious. She makes planting 75 bulbs seem like a walk in the park, where if I were to be faced with the task, I’d feel overwhelmed. Someday I’ll be a better gardener, right? I love that Maggie doesn’t hesitate to get her hands dirty and try and figure out what she can do for help. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I think my child’s thumb is greener than my own.
Green thumbs aside, I listened to my parents and Maggie head out the door the next morning to go get the morning paper. I shuffled about the house before finding my shoes to catch up with them, because walking the length of my parent’s driveway is soothing to me. It is the perfect length of a walk to carry a warm cup of tea and still get to the mailbox with a sip left. It is also the perfect length to remind me of where I came from. It is the perfect length to have conversations that sometimes get interrupted, ignored or forgotten.
It makes me happy to think about Maggie already helping to work in the garden with my mom and pick blackberries along the driveway with my dad. Isn’t that just what life is about? Those moments that flash by and can be gone if you don’t take notice. We’re working hard to slow down and notice those moments, those life-filled moments.