Until the house went onto the market, my usual morning wake up call came from Sam. He would creep into my room and see if any part of my body was sticking out from the blankets, usually a foot or hand, and then tickle it. But once we started having showings, I started getting up earlier so that I could clean up a little before the kids got up. I haven't been feeling my best recently, though, so I decided that I was going to sleep until Sam woke me on Monday morning. Because of daylight savings, he was sleepier than usual at 7:15 when he came down to get me. Instead of bouncing around in the bed while begging me to get up, which is the normal routine, he climbed under the covers and curled up beside me. Silent and still for a while, he finally said to me, "Mama, why don't we snuggle like this anymore?"
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Last night before bed I was brushing Lucy's hair. It's so long and fine and spectacular, and she's going to get a major ego if I keep telling her so. I was sitting on the floor and she sat on my lap facing me. Softly, she touched the sides of my face. She looked at me so intently, and then said, "You have green eyes. Green eyes like a cat. And they are sooooooo beautiful."
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Maggie has reached the stage of eating that I like to refer to as the 'A Clockwork Orange' feeding stage. I tried to find a clip or still of it online, but failed. If you've seen the movie, then you know what I'm talking about, but basically every time her mouth is empty, she pops it open wide as a signal for me to deliver the next bite. It's hilarious.
This was the best I could do trying to feed her left handed while trying to snap a shot. I may die from the cuteness.
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This post is dedicated to my mother. For 4+ years my family wasn't really aware of my blog, but now they're regular readers. And last night my mother chastised me for not updating. "D is for Ducks has been up there forever! When are we getting something new?" Can you believe this? I, for one, can not. But honestly, if my mom is going to insist on new posts, that's fine. I have been a bit lackadaisical lately, and it's good to have her lighting a fire under my butt once in a while.
But I might insist that she learns how to leave comments.
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love ya babycakes
i agree...family members are always the worst about leaving comments on their kinfolk's blogs ;).
THATS BECAUSE I TALK TO YOU 3 TIMES A DAY AND ALWAYS TELL YOU MY "COMMENT" BUT I LOVE HEARING AND SEEING EVEN THE LITTLE THINGS AND I LOVE YOU!
Why are you shouting, Mom?
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Family... let's everyone calm down. By the way, I leave comments don't I amy?
My mum keeps 'forgetting' how to leave comments. Apparently she has difficulty with the 'username' thing. At one point I had a post in the sidebar which gave her directions but she still didn't comment so I took it down. But back to that incredibly sweet photo of the munching girl. What a sweetheart! And Lucy with the 'eyes' thing! (I have green eyes too!)And Sam snuggling.....'anytime you like young man' was probably your response?
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