Thursday, August 31, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Actually, for some reason, unknow to me, the city decided to repair the sidewalk that is falling apart in front of our house. These guys showed up this morning, and luckily, for their sake, Wilson was home to supervise their work. I'm sure they were thrilled with our not- so- stand-offish observing and the many photo ops. They were probably thinking, "Well if I'd know I's gone get my picture taken- I'da worn the good coveralls. Sheesh!"
Sunday, August 20, 2006
What goes up, must come down . . .
Does anyone remember the "Coefficient of Friction" from physical science in jr. high? I think baby blubber against plastic slide must top the scale- poor Wilson learned this the hard way!
"Dad, go get the baby oil and let's try that again!"
And here are two of my favorite boys fighting over who will sit on top of me. Those of you who know our dogs well know if you sit or lay on the floor you are a fair game as a resting spot for Tate's bum and that we blame Tate's bad manners on the fact that he was raised by Jack. I guess we'll have to blame Wilson's habit of sitting on people on the fact that he's being raised by Tate. "Exhibit A":
for the dog to get a haircut when you reach down to pet them only to realize that his fur is concealing left over macaroni cheese from your toddlers dinner! Above is one of the many pieces I discovered below a few layers of hair.