Margaret Ruminates*

Last night, we went out to Blueberry Hill to celebrate that I have gotten the nubbin of a real job (teaching high school!  Part time!  This is awesome! Pays twice as much as current job!  Woohoo!).

Margaret continued her fascination with plastic Easter eggs.

Unfortunately, she has gotten the idea that she is supposed to eat them.  This is worrisome, but she hasn’t gotten them lodged anywhere yet.

I am particularly fond of the somewhat absent-minded look she has here, which suggests that she has a soul above plastic eggs, and is only eating them absent-mindedly while contemplating the meaning of life or other such topics.

*Not really.  We’ve had her checked, and she’s only got the one stomach.

Easter, Or When My Mommy Is Making Food And Trying To Keep Me From Destroying Other People’s Houses, She Forgets To Take Proper Pictures

So there aren’t enough pictures here, because, as I mentioned above, I did a crummy job of documenting today. 

I’ll do better next year, because by then Margaret will be less likely to cause damage if I turn my back for a second.  We hope.

Anyway, we do have a few pictures, which Leo took while I was manhandling a leg of lamb.

Leo’s aunt Betsy had thoughtfully given Margaret a basket to play with, and she thought this was great fun,since she could wander around and put things in baskets and take them out and occasionally take herself by the bowl of dog food and see if her parents had changed their minds about whether she should eat it.

We hadn’t.

Leo tried to take some pictures of her, but she was moving pretty fast, as she does these days. 

Anyway, some day that is less fraught, I will put her back in her Easter outfits and take better pictures.  Promise.

Breakfast With Daddy And A Sensibly-Sized Chair

Some weekend mornings, Leo and Margaret and I venture out to some local place to get some breakfast and coffee and enjoy the outdoors.  We did this a bit last summer, but Margaret wasn’t as interested as she could have been.

When we went to the park this time, however, she was able to eat our food and sit at a picnic table that was built for small people.

She seemed to think that it was pretty cool.

Leo may not have liked it as much, but he should have looked on the bright side – he could rest his chin and his elbows on his knees if he wanted.  Though perhaps not at the same time.

I Know, I Know

It’s been far too long since I posted, and I have no really good excuse except that I’ve been working hard and Margaret has become highly intolerant of computers that she can see but not bang on, so I am limited to her naptimes and the evening, and during her naptime, I frequently have to email students who persist in asking me questions that they could answer by looking at their syllabuses, but it’s apparently far easier to ask me to look at mine, and in the evenings I’m tired and I don’t want to look for the cord to transfer the pictures to the computer (and anyway, Margaret probably has taken it away to be a telephone in her own bizarre world of make-believe where everything is a telephone.

So I don’t post, and then I haven’t posted in so long that it’s a chore to do it because I have to write a long explanation explaining my hiatus to my scores* of readers, and it’s just so tiring.

But this morning, Margaret did something incredibly cute, and I decided to show as many people as possible.

The reason that this has gotten me blogging is that it was so very Calvin and Hobbes-ish.

See?

Also, Margaret is learning to hug, and she hugs her tiger.  Very cute.

*We’re assuming that my mother is, as we all know, a legion unto herself, and a legion was about 6,000 people (though it’s not entirely stable throughout Roman history).  That makes it 300 score who are reading this, even if the rest of you don’t.

Farmer’s Market

Margaret is committed to eating local.

Well, actually Margaret is committed to eating, and so she’s on board with eating local because that is included in her appreciation of eating.

But she does enjoy the Farmer’s Market on Wednesdays, probably because there are lots of people for her to watch.

And before we go, she can grab the reusable shopping bag and make a break for it.

She doesn’t get as far as she would like, because I keep darting around her, but that doesn’t stop her from trying.

More Thai Food

One of the things about Margaret which  I find perpetually pleasing is her willingness to behave well in restaurants.*

Last night after we picked Leo up, we went out for Thai food, and Margaret ordered potstickers.  She really likes potstickers.  She likes them so much that she hangs onto them with grim determination when people try to move them away from her.

And she cleans her plate.  Really, a quite charming dining companion.

*I said one of the things.  There are lots of things that I find perpetually pleasing.  Her cheeks, for example.

Early Morning

This isn’t the best picture, but Leo and Margaret were doing cute things in a sunbeam, and it seemed difficult to ask them to move into better light.

Anyway, on the weekends, Leo gets up with Margaret at whatever ungodly hour she decides to wake up, and I get to sleep in catch up on all the sleep I missed during the week.

When I woke up this morning and came out of the bedroom, Margaret and Leo were working.

He was writing some legal thing, and she was reading Dr. Seuss’s Foot Book.

But they were doing it in a sunbeam, so the picture’s kind of cruddy.

Humph.