Maggie

On the way back from visiting Gram Cooley and cousins in Maine last evening, and the kids are giggling in the backseat. Then, a sudden silence that quickly says something is wrong. Scott looks in the rearview mirror and yells, “Is she choking?” and I turn and see Maggie is gagging but can’t talk. A look of complete panic and fear is on her face. Even as I yell, “Pull over!” Scott is pulling over. Meanwhile I have unbuckled and am half in the backseat, unbuckling Maggie from the car seat and trying to maneuver her into Heimlich position. Thankfully, I was able to get the chips she was choking on up. Crazy scary. A few minutes later and the car is parked crookedly on the grass at the side of the median. Maggie and I are standing in the grass and I am handing her a bottle of water and she’s shaky, but okay. And she looks up at me and says, “I’m sorry I spit up in the backseat.” My baby. Such an amazing, quirky funny girl and I love her so much. Thank God she is okay!

I caught her the other day enjoying little light reading…. Webster’s unabridged dictionary, in case you’d like to add it to your own summer reading list..

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And she shares my woe when it comes to driving the kids around town….

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She watched her big sister shave (milestone!) for the first time and later, after mulling it over, asked, “Mom, is that really arm pit whip cream?” My girl!

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