Thursday, May 26, 2011

Animal instinct

Anyone want to know what all the racket is at my house? Besides the screeching 19 month old, I mean?

Could it possibly be these two hooligans?

Hmm. What could they be so interested in?

Now here's the part where I am surprised. Lupe usually spends her time barking at the roast beef garbage truck, or the mail man, or, most frequently, the clear blue sky for no discernable reason at all. She certainly doesn't waste time engaging in regular canine-type behaviors. I mean, she'll just flop down on the grass and sun herself like a princess while an entire flock of swallows pecks around the yard. She's supposed to be a labrador RETREIVER, for crap's sake. This silly puppy can be hot on the tracks of a tennis ball, and she'll veer wildly off course to smell a flower or spot a butterfly.


And that's why I was mostly proud when I saw that all the comotion this morning was due to her pride at treeing her first lion.

Oh yeah. We've got a dog at our house.

I let the pups in the house to give that mangy feline a chance to escape. That's when Lupe showed her true killer survival instinct by wandering slyly over to the dining room table and delicately nibbling a piece of toast directly off of Kim's plate, leaving the fried egg untouched.

That's my girl.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The early bug gets the worm

I was pulling weeds the other day (spend half of my life pulling weeds, I swear) and I came across a worm. It was Bug's first encounter with a slimy thing.

 Maybe she'll be a fisherman like her daddy.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

By any other name?

This is the conversation we have daily at our house:

Me: Bug! Say... dog.
Bug: Dah! Dah! (while signing 'dog'.)

Me: Say.... baby!

Me: Say... Kim.
Bug: Miiiiiiim!

Me: Say.... Mama!
Bug: Daahiee!

Me: No, honey. Say MAH-MAH.
Bug: Daahiee! DAAHIEE! (gleeful smile) DAAHHHIE!

Me: Bug. Please. Say Mommy! Mother! Madre!
Bug: _______________ (by now she has run off to play.)

For the life of me, I can't imagine why she is so smitten with him.

You'd think he lets her stay up past her bedtime playing with her coloring stuff or something.

Sometimes, he even lets her color on his page, too.
I mean, in real life, they barely even like each other. Obviously.

Daddy and his daughter. This is my good life.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Am I bright enough to shine in your space?

We need to talk. No, no, I'm not breaking up with you. Just a little chit chat. You know, girl time. I just need a little validation, and not about how my butt looks in these jeans.

Let’s talk for a minute about what it must be like to be retired. You see, every single one of my neighbors in every direction from my home is retired. In fact, most of these folks are the original owners of the homes, and our house was built in 1955. While we love our senior buddies, this is a major contributing factor in why we would love to move out, oh, basically yesterday. When I dropped Bug off in nursery last week, there were 2 children there. And you know me, so you know I was not early.

But anyway, that’s not the point. One of the downsides to living next to retirees is that they have the funds and the considerable time it takes to manicure absolutely perfect yards. I’m not kidding you, I have honestly never seen one leaf out of place in the yard of our next door neighbors or the delightful lady across the street. I pity the dandelion who considers for even the briefest second venturing over our fence and into that manicured oasis. It’s fields of green velvet as far as the eye can see, until you get to the patchy island that is our yard. We could basically be running a crab grass and clover farm in our front yard, and let’s not even discuss the back.

Our neighbors put up with our not-up-to-snuff yard number one: because they are cute, number two: because they like us, and number three: because every year we work very hard to make it just a bit better than the year before. We’ve had some crazy adventures in this front yard, and I’d like to think we’re close to trumping at least the neighbors with the potted silk plants on their porch.

With that effort in mind, MJ, Bug and I spent the day in the front yard raking and pulling weeds and planting petunias and thoroughly enjoying the STUNNING weather. The Germans next door were also out, puttering around in their already brilliant yard doing who-knows-what to their already perfectly symmetrical bushes. I chose to ignore the sight of the 86 year old wife on a ladder wiping down her window screens with a sponge, and smiled to myself about how low on my priority list the cleanliness of my screens would be, assuming I actually had time to generate a priority list.

But a girl’s got to draw the line somewhere. There must be a point where, free time or not, meticulousness borders on obsessive, right?

For me, that line falls far before I find myself scrubbing my brick windowsills on the exterior of my house with AJAX and a brush. Oh yeah. This happened.

So I just picked up my daughter with her crazy orphan hair and walked my filthy bare feet inside to eat a banana, because there was simply nothing else to do.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Mother's Day 2011

Happy Mother's Day to the little peanut who made me a mama. It's impossible to believe that today I got a little paper flower in a paper pot with scribbles on it from my own baby.

Paddy and I burst into laughter every single time we look at this picture. It's just so... HER.

Monday, May 2, 2011

What once was lost


And there was much rejoicing.