"If you don't see the book on the shelf, write it." ~ Beverly Cleary
Yesterday Barry’s parents and his moms’s parents made it down for some Maggie Mae holding time.
Maggie was passed around and slept the entire time.
Just as everyone pulled out of the driveway she awoke and started to cry, cry, cry!
Perhaps Maggie is super social and would rather be around a group of people, rather than just Barry and I. Apparently we aren’t cool enough to keep her cool.
Or maybe we just don’t yet have the magic touch that grandmas and great grandmas have.
Last night Barry changed and dressed Maggie after a bit of a feeding-related accident. She appeared in his arms wearing the outfit pictured above.
Not that it matters, but I found myself laughing at the combination of red striped sweats and the flowered onesie.
It just seemed like such a random combination.
In other news, Maggie, Sydney and I went for our first walk together today. Up until this point I’ve relied on somebody else to either carry Maggie or hold Syd’s leash.
It felt so great to strap Maggie to my chest, harness Sydney up and stride out for the first time. It will become a part of our daily routine now that the first time is under our belt.
Plus, having summer-like weather only helps to motivate me to get a move on!
Growing up I always heard the story that my Grandma Lowman did three summersaults when she found out I was born. She and my grandpa were in Hawaii at the time and she was so thrilled that I was a girl that she celebrated by doing three turns on the ground of their condo.
When I was in the middle of having Maggie my mom made her way to HBHQ and found herself planting lettuce in our garden. Eventually my mom found her way back to the hospital, but I like to think that my mom was outside planting lettuce at our house while Maggie made her way into our lives. It is a story that I hope Maggie grows up hearing.
A few years ago we branded my mom with the nickname “Fidget” since she never, ever sits down and usually has two or three things going on at once. I like to think of myself as somebody that has the ability to multi-task, but she really takes it to a new level.
Fidge came and stayed at HBHQ a couple nights ago and as I was up every couple hours feeding & changing Maggie, Fidge would appear with my water bottle filled offering to take fussy Maggie off my hands, sending me back to bed.
Food appeared in front of me when it was time to eat, the floor got swept, flowers planted, fridge cleaned, wood polished and laundry done. All things that would eventually get done around here, but since our newest family member has arrived it might be months- or even years- until we’re on top of our game again.
