Clutterbugs

Why MegaBloks are scattered all over the family room:

Psssst it's not Maggie's fault

Clown face

Maggie's first Koolaid mustache:

Sitting pretty

Funner than a new toy

All this food consumption means that Maggie's quickly outgrowing her things, and she's ready to graduate to a larger car seat. After comparison shopping, Lori ended up purchasing the least expensive seat available. She wisely chose one that will grow with Maggie, and eventually morph into a booster seat. It even has its own cup holder! Maggie has evidently learned that anything pink with flowers belongs to her, and she's getting used to it indoors before taking it out for its first ride.

Lori's purchase inspired me to buy one for my own car, the same model but in Basic Blah Black to match my upholstery.

I also invested ten bucks in a big stuffed frog to sit beside me in the passenger seat when Maggie and I are out and about, which prevents her forgetful Gramma Tea from leaving her behind in the back seat.

Small successes

I don't blame you if you find it foolish of me to brag about this, but this morning marks the first day my bed has been made since breaking my hand three weeks ago. (And yes, of course the linens have been washed, it just hasn't been made up.) Like opening the Sprite bottle, changing my granddaughter's diaper, and carefully shifting gears with my right hand, it's another reminder that I'm gaining mobility and that things will eventually return to normal.

Realizing that this injury is simple compared to so many others that my orthopedic surgeon treats, I've repeated this phrase a gazillion times since breaking my hand:

I complained because I had no shoes,
until I met a man who had no feet.

Those covers didn't stay perfectly in place for long. As soon as Maggie and I were able to get Lori to go run errands, she and I played on the neatly made bed til it was all messed up again.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

See the 15-second video on YouTube

Ready for her MySpace debut

You know those take-your-own pictures that kids put on their MySpaces? The confident young ladies to the left make it seem so easy, but the photo below taught me otherwise:

This was supposed to be a charming pose with her Gramma Tea

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Judging from these recent snapshots, Maggie's technique has improved rapidly since Christmas:

My granddaughter the puppy dog

Realizing that her six-month-old might not respond to a spoken command, Maggie's mother suggested a different method. (In other words, this certainly wasn't my idea!)

Bouncing baby girl

It was a mere six months ago when Maggie occupied this little spot in the middle of her bouncer. Cute little thing, wasn't she?

These days, she's learned rock and roll with it! (And is cuter than ever.)

My granddaughter the genius

You gotta see this amazing video!

MaggieMaggieMaggieMaggie

If I had known how wonderful it would be to have grandchildren, I'd have had them first.

Lois Wyse · 1926-2007

A morning nap in Gramma Tea's arms

She's got the moves! And more fun to watch than Dancing with the Stars: