Saturday, August 9, 2008

Battin' down the Hatches!





The Kid Can Crawl!! Holy crap we are in trouble and a whirlwind of trying to vacuum up cat hair and dog toy fuzz. Avery El has developed a new trick and has mastered the crawl, or I guess it's only the 5 step crawl, but still. So far she has only tried to go after the dog and dirty shoes to put in her mouth, but I'm sure my wallet is next!

Hot Swing, Summer in the City






Jeez Louise, August really?!? We've been busy so far this summer. Zoie was with us all of July and her days (and ours really) were filled with day camp, soccer, and just one sunburn (and on a cloudy day no less). It really was a hoot and we miss not having her around asking questions and doing the dishes. She is getting so dang grown up! She is an awesome kid, and she's funny, which seems so important in my book. Avery just loves her and lights up when ever she sees her and since Zoie has gone back to her mom's, Avery tried to point at her picture and smile.


We've learned a lot so far this summer....

Avery hates the crowds at the cheesefest, even though she was strapped into the baby bjorn, Avery hates the Seattle wading pools...they aren't nearly warm enough,

The free "plays in the Park" are still filled with annoying drama major types, and not worth even a 5 minute stop

Nora can successfully make the "best chocolate chip cookies in the universe recipe" from the NY times...and she can eat most of the batch in less then 5 sittings.

Puppy Tennis is awesome, the dog can run and run and run without a leash, but the broad is still fenced in!

Avery loves the baby swings at the park...but granny thinks she goes to high.

Kitties can grieve.


On a sad note, our fat fluffy Seamus died in July. We don't know what happened but our neighbors found him on their front steps. He had been watching the Miss. Universe pageant with Zoie and I the night before but the next day he was gone. It was the first pet that Zoie has lost, and it was the first pet that I had lost after having Zoie and Avery around, so it was a wacky thing to cry and be sad but then quickly try to pull it together because Zoie was so upset, I guess that's part of the whole parenting thing huh? But we miss him around here, my 20 pound monstrosity of fur and love and really loud purrs. He knew his name and he pretended to play fetch and he was brave enough to put Maizey in her place, even though she had 60lbs on him. He was a good cat, and hell I hardly like cats. Ben says I can't replace animals...but I'm trying to wear him down even though I know one crazy Maizey and one tranny cat is more then enough.