October 2, 2009
Maggie is a very friendly kid. Like, one of these days I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to go home with the checkout girl at Target. Or invite her to our house for dinner. She loves people; she always has. Part of it is just part of her personality, and the fact that she comes from a LONG line of people-watchers (me, Dan, my mom, Dan’s grandma, to name just a few) Also, she’s been in daycare since 10 weeks old, so she’s very comfortable with people other than Mom & Dad.
She’s definitely not shy. Even though she likes to pretend she is for like 2.5 seconds after we arrive somewhere new.
When we’re out and about- shopping, running errands, whatever- she’s always (okay, maybe ‘usually’ is a better word, because she IS sometimes busy screaming at me for the Crime Against Humanity: Mommy Is Making Her Sit In The Cart.) smiling and chatting with people she sees.
To the guy in line behind us at Costco: “I have a new big house! PINK! ROOM! BIG!”
To the girl at Applebees: “I’m going home to play the bowlings!”
To the lady behind us in the Target checkout: “Look at my new pants!”
To the waiter at Applebees (um yeah, we go there a lot.): “I LOVE KENNYWOOD!”
To the man at the grocery store: “That’s my favorite!” (I have no idea what she was referring to.)
And on and on. It’s like she thinks the whole wide world cares about what she’s doing or what she thinks or what color her room is.
In other words: She’s going to be a blogger someday.