Margo à la Maude

• Fifty-eight photos and 4 camera batteries.
• Two girly-girl dresses as gifts.
• Ten declarations that I'm her favourite child and Donna's her favourite in-law.
• Five hundred kilometres in a just-a-little-too-small car.
• Thousands of tulips.
• Tens of thousands of calories.
• A handful of Rolaids.
• One hug of a pre-teen who normally rams her head into my stomach/awesome abs.
• One niece, one nephew, one nephew's wife, one sister- and one brother-in law, one daughter, one son, one daughter-in-law, one granddaughter, one grandniece, and the jury's still out as to whether David Suzuki is related to her or not.
• Two kinds of ribs.
• One guilt-trip on Donna for not having written Margo's 8-month birthday letter yet.
  
• Four full, freaking days.

• One wily grandmother.

Holy smokes, we're all the kind of exhausted that lasts for several days. Grandmaman has come and seen her granddaughter for the second time, and it worked from the very beginning.

There's always a fear that when someone travels so far to see Margo, that she will play shy and only start to warm up once the visitor leaves. Thankfully, that wasn't the case with Grandmaman. I think "cuddly" would be going a bit too far, seeing as how she isn't even cuddly with her own parents, but Margo warmed up to Mom right away.

MarMon on the other hand...

No, MarMon was in check for the most part, but Grandmaman now knows what MarMon's Grunt of Displeasure™ sounds like.

We did a lot while 'ti Ma was here, but it was fun. I would elaborate more, but like I said, I'm still exhausted. Word to the wise: never play games of stamina with a kid. They'll win. I don't care if you're an Olympic athlete, you'll lose.

Thanks for coming, Grandmaman. You made Margo's life a little richer.

- Michel



p.s. Julie, Angie, Pat, Val... I'm her favourite.

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