Hey, hey, hey -- It's me, Maggie May Wood.
Mama left with daddy in the fast wind maker, so I thought I sit and write a bit. Some confusing things going on here.
Let me start with room names. I don't get it. Mama calls the food room the kitchen. I don't know what a kitchen is, but I know what the food room is! She calls the yarn room the family room. There ain't no family in there. Just mama, using that really fun yarn stuff and wooden little sticks. Sometimes that stuff makes her really happy and she smiles a lot, but sometimes she is ripping that yarn stuff out and yelling and saying some pretty bad words. They are so bad, I best not repeat -- you know, that rolled up paper hurts! Then there is the garage...I don't know but it sounds a lot of garbage but I can't find the garbage in there, just the fast wind maker! I love that thing! Mama takes me on rides and we go super duper fast. I stick my widdle head out in the air and smell so many things! Good times in the fast wind maker! Good times. Then there is a yard, the back yard specifically. I don't know what they are talking about but when they talk about it, dad cleans up my toilet room!! I like a clean toilet room. After he cleans it all up, I usually go back out there and make more fun to him to clean up; he really seems to enjoy it. Then there is the ... *whispers* bathroom.... shhhhhh. I like water, the river water, but not that stupid bathroom water place. But, on the bright side, there is often a cold drink of water in there for me!
Okay on to other things. Here's the deal...I go outside in my toilet room and I play around and chat with the neighbor dogs and chase the birds and sometimes, I just catch some rays! Every once in a while the tree will drop a stick for me to play with. I bring the stick into the house through my doggy door and mama gets mad. She takes my present from the tree and throws it back outside. Well...hello? She throws, I bring back. Isn't that the game? So, I bring it back in. She acts angry with me and tells me I have to stay outside with my stick, BUT, then she throws it again! So...I go get it. This goes on a few times until mom takes the stick away and throws it in the trash. Don't worry, as soon as she goes upstairs I will dig in the trash and get it back out along with other things. She says the trash is not my personal restaurant; I don't know what that means, but I know there is food in there and its good and its mine! Back to the stick thing...mama doesn't like sticks in the house, apparently, but she just brought in a tree? Not a stick but a whole tree! I don't get it. I was told that if I touch that tree my life is on the line. I'm not sure what that means, but she was pointing her finger at me and talking in that very stern voice, so I pretended to know what she was saying, but I didn't know. I just know there is a tree in the house with BALLS on it. Yeah, I know! Balls. Tree. Sticks. All in the house but I get in trouble if I get too close. Don't worry, as soon as she goes upstairs, I take the balls off and play with them. Hello? They're balls! They want to be played it. I know it. And now, there are boxes with bows on them under the tree. I'm not allowed to touch those either, but I love ripping paper! I love chewing boxes. I can't figure out why she would put them on the floor if they are not for me. Everything on the floor is for me! Right?
Okay, I'll make this part quick because when mama starts gagging, she gets water in her eyes and then I have to go kiss her, but when she is picking up my puke, she doesn't want a kiss. I don't understand this. She also gets mad because I puke on the rug. Well, of course I puke on the rug, its cushiony on my feeties! The tile floor is cool in the summer time when the sun is hot, but I would never throw up on the tile! I like throwing up on the rugs! I can always tell where my puke used to be on the rugs because it leaves what mama calls a stupid stain. I can't tell on the tile. So, duh. I puke on the rug so I can enjoy the pretty colors all year long! I can't figure out why mama gets mad about that, it's really an improvement on the old boring rugs. Really.
Well, that's all I got to say today. Well, except that I love mama and she loves me. She says I am her mostest favoritest baby Maggie girl in the whole wide world and I believe her. She lets me sleep with her and keep her warm. She lets me love her when she is sad. She says, "Bless you," when I sneeze (that's a whole nother blog!). She tells me I am the bestest foot warmer in the whole world and she's got some cold feeties! It's just Maggie and Mama - together forever! I love her and she loves me.
XOXO
Mama left with daddy in the fast wind maker, so I thought I sit and write a bit. Some confusing things going on here.
Let me start with room names. I don't get it. Mama calls the food room the kitchen. I don't know what a kitchen is, but I know what the food room is! She calls the yarn room the family room. There ain't no family in there. Just mama, using that really fun yarn stuff and wooden little sticks. Sometimes that stuff makes her really happy and she smiles a lot, but sometimes she is ripping that yarn stuff out and yelling and saying some pretty bad words. They are so bad, I best not repeat -- you know, that rolled up paper hurts! Then there is the garage...I don't know but it sounds a lot of garbage but I can't find the garbage in there, just the fast wind maker! I love that thing! Mama takes me on rides and we go super duper fast. I stick my widdle head out in the air and smell so many things! Good times in the fast wind maker! Good times. Then there is a yard, the back yard specifically. I don't know what they are talking about but when they talk about it, dad cleans up my toilet room!! I like a clean toilet room. After he cleans it all up, I usually go back out there and make more fun to him to clean up; he really seems to enjoy it. Then there is the ... *whispers* bathroom.... shhhhhh. I like water, the river water, but not that stupid bathroom water place. But, on the bright side, there is often a cold drink of water in there for me!
Okay on to other things. Here's the deal...I go outside in my toilet room and I play around and chat with the neighbor dogs and chase the birds and sometimes, I just catch some rays! Every once in a while the tree will drop a stick for me to play with. I bring the stick into the house through my doggy door and mama gets mad. She takes my present from the tree and throws it back outside. Well...hello? She throws, I bring back. Isn't that the game? So, I bring it back in. She acts angry with me and tells me I have to stay outside with my stick, BUT, then she throws it again! So...I go get it. This goes on a few times until mom takes the stick away and throws it in the trash. Don't worry, as soon as she goes upstairs I will dig in the trash and get it back out along with other things. She says the trash is not my personal restaurant; I don't know what that means, but I know there is food in there and its good and its mine! Back to the stick thing...mama doesn't like sticks in the house, apparently, but she just brought in a tree? Not a stick but a whole tree! I don't get it. I was told that if I touch that tree my life is on the line. I'm not sure what that means, but she was pointing her finger at me and talking in that very stern voice, so I pretended to know what she was saying, but I didn't know. I just know there is a tree in the house with BALLS on it. Yeah, I know! Balls. Tree. Sticks. All in the house but I get in trouble if I get too close. Don't worry, as soon as she goes upstairs, I take the balls off and play with them. Hello? They're balls! They want to be played it. I know it. And now, there are boxes with bows on them under the tree. I'm not allowed to touch those either, but I love ripping paper! I love chewing boxes. I can't figure out why she would put them on the floor if they are not for me. Everything on the floor is for me! Right?
Okay, I'll make this part quick because when mama starts gagging, she gets water in her eyes and then I have to go kiss her, but when she is picking up my puke, she doesn't want a kiss. I don't understand this. She also gets mad because I puke on the rug. Well, of course I puke on the rug, its cushiony on my feeties! The tile floor is cool in the summer time when the sun is hot, but I would never throw up on the tile! I like throwing up on the rugs! I can always tell where my puke used to be on the rugs because it leaves what mama calls a stupid stain. I can't tell on the tile. So, duh. I puke on the rug so I can enjoy the pretty colors all year long! I can't figure out why mama gets mad about that, it's really an improvement on the old boring rugs. Really.
Well, that's all I got to say today. Well, except that I love mama and she loves me. She says I am her mostest favoritest baby Maggie girl in the whole wide world and I believe her. She lets me sleep with her and keep her warm. She lets me love her when she is sad. She says, "Bless you," when I sneeze (that's a whole nother blog!). She tells me I am the bestest foot warmer in the whole world and she's got some cold feeties! It's just Maggie and Mama - together forever! I love her and she loves me.
XOXO
