Report Of A Sleep-Over

We had the very sweetest time with this sweet girl. Here she is posing with her mice and rabbits and their houses that she set up for them. She made them a tea party, as you can see. Linda Sue  sent her many of these things and Maggie wanted me to take her picture with them to send to her magical fairy godmother who lives so far away. She really does consider Linda Sue to be a mystical being and I agree with her on this. Maggie asks me so many questions about her and I answer them as best I can. It makes my heart so happy to think that Maggie feels loved by someone she's never met and will probably never meet. Someone who knows exactly what a girl wants and needs. 
Don't we all need someone like that in our lives?

Our girl has an amazing imagination. And she is wicked smart. She can also be the darlingest child imaginable. Last night she was telling me what a wonderful time she was having and she said, "My attitude has been great this whole visit!" I agreed with her that indeed it had been. She loved her supper of fish and cheesy noodles and cherry tomatoes and cut up cucumbers and carrots. We enjoy the meals that Maggie picks. Well, meal. She always wants the same thing. After supper came bath time after which we had purple cows that Boppy, the Purple Cow Maker fixed for us. These were made with the sparkling grape juice so you know they were gourmet. We also all got one of the little cupcakes which were shockingly delicious. At least I thought so. Publix does make a very nice buttercream frosting. 
And then- bedtime with stories. 
She picked out "The Chicken of the Family" which is a much loved favorite around here and I picked out "Miss Suzy" which she said she'd never heard. I convinced her that she would love it and I think she did. Miss Suzy is a squirrel who lives quite contentedly and peacefully in her little oak tree house until a band of horrid red squirrels come and chase her out of her home. 

Don't worry, though. All ends well for Miss Suzy despite the difficulties she faces. 

Maggie liked that story too. And of course, nothing could make me happier than reading two books to her. She had told me earlier that she was tired and indeed, after our two stories, she cozied up in the bed under a quilt and the duck and was asleep in minutes, if not seconds after I kissed her good night. She is a good sleep partner although last night, she kept pulling the covers off of me, wrapping them around herself. I finally got chilly early this morning and got up and retrieved the duckette from the closet and slept very well under that. 

Mr. Moon reports that he slept fine in the guest room with Jack although there was some foot rasslin' going on in the early morning. 

Maggie told me last night that she is not fond of pancakes anymore and would rather just have bacon, toast, and eggs. I was fine with that because despite, or because of, the fact that I've made thousands of pancakes for my children and grandchildren, I don't really like them much either. But this morning I asked her if she'd like biscuits instead of toast and yes, she said she would. 

While I was making breakfast, she and her Boppy went on a ride on the four-wheeler around the yard and down to the post office and back. 

This may be her favorite thing to do when she's here. 

Her imagination kicked into high gear when she got Ratty off the shelf where he lives. 

We had a very interesting three-way conversation for quite awhile. Ratty told me many things. I asked him if when we were asleep at night if he crept around the house and played.
"That is what rats do," he replied. 
He also spoke a little French. "Bonjour" he said to me. And then he told me that he had a girlfriend in Paris who was actually very beautiful and popular. That he was going to propose to her the next time he was in France although, "Marriage is a big responsibility."

After breakfast she and I played another game of Battle and then the matching game that she has loved since she was a child. She found her tiara that she'd left here and put it on the crocheted Pokemon character, Squirtle, that her other grandma had crocheted. 

Her other grandma is obviously talented in the crochet arts. 

And soon it was time for her to go home. I don't think she wanted to. I found her on the porch swing, holding Squirtle, and just looking out at the beautiful day. 

But home she went. There was a party this afternoon that she was going to and she needed to get home to prepare for that. I sent her with a few little cupcakes and many hugs and many kisses and many I love you's. 

Glen reports that when they got to her house, she asked him if he wanted to come in and see his daughter which cracked him up. 

You know, if I can only have one granddaughter, I am very glad that she is Magnolia June. All of the grandchildren are so very different and I just cherish the differences in each one of them. I am constantly delighted and intrigued at the people they are and are becoming. 

Time to go make the supper. 

Love...Ms. Moon