Happy 10 Months!

Curly used to do photo shoots with me. Now all of her camera time is devoted to The Infant. Oh well, I guess she probably is a little more photogenic. Curly went back to work last week and things just haven't been the same. It's so peaceful! The Infant is staying with Grandma E 2.0 again and of course The Guy works late, so I'm here all alone (not really, I'm just being dramatic. Cassie is still here).

So Curly told me yesterday that cousin Morgan is coming to stay for 10 days. Oh boy. When she was here this weekend she kept swatting me like a cat. How embarrassing. And no, I was not poking her trying to provoke her. Why would Curly even say such things. I promise I'll be on my best behavior while she's here. I won't teach her any bad tricks like Duke taught me while he was staying here. Anyway, since he left I've only dug in the flowerbed once, and Curly has no proof that it was actually me.

Working hard to finish the basement

I've been helping The Humans paint the basement (well, helping in my own way since I'm afraid to go down the stairs) and just been very busy this summer with The Infant so I haven't posted like I should, and for that, I apologize. They're now realizing that summer is coming to an end and are crazily trying to finish the basement before football season.

To give you a quick summary...

1. The Infant has 6 teeth
2. She says "Da" and "Mum"
3. The Humans left me for a week and went to the beach. The Infant loved the water and sand.
4. The Infant is eating "puffs" and is about to try some more human food. I've sampled to puffs when she's thrown them off of the highchair.
5. When The Humans went to the beach, Cassie stayed with me (she's living here anyway. Oh, did I forget to mention that?) and she brought my first-cousin-once-removed, Duke. I didn't eat him.
6. The Infant is a terror in her walker. She chases me around the house with a demonic laugh. I'm lucky I still have my achilles tendons intact (do dogs have those?).
7. The Humans and extended family took me and The Infant to the camp over July 4th weekend. It was so cold we were all wearing sweatshirts with hoods. The Humans, I mean.
8. The Infant doesn't wear shoes. Ever. This fall/winter will be tough for her.
9. The Infant has entered a screaming/shrieking phase. We'll hope it's short.
10. Whenever I walk by, The Infant expects a kiss. She opens her mouth in preparation. See.

Busy painting...

...but here's some pictures of The Infant in all her beach glory (except the first one - it was taken in the yard). Enjoy!

Any Port(-able highchair) in a Storm

So, how much can it rain this spring? I guess a whole lot! I didn't like the thunder so much and I knew Curly wouldn't let anything happen to The Infant so I stayed close by. As close as I possibly could.

The Infant really loves a bath. I mean really, truly LOVES a bath. Check out this video of her in the bath tub about a week ago. It was her first time in the big bathtub. She's back in her little one, for now. She was able to splash all of the water out of her little tub both yesterday and today. I hope she always likes water this much. Did I mention she has tooth number two? Oh, I didn't? Well, she does.



Back to the storm. There was alot of excitement tonight - Curly's softball game was canceled and Granddaddy came up to check out the basement. While he was here a tree fell across a power line just down the street and caught on fire. You can see the smoke in the picture in the upper left region. There really was an awful lot of rain as this video shows. The Infant would've loved to be outside playing in it. I, on the other hand, was perfectly content INSIDE and under Curly's feet.

I really have no other reason to post the following pictures, other than that I just really like them. I sure hope that Curly gets the camera that she's been wanting. It will be a Christmas present but she might get it soon. I really hope so since The Infant is only this age (or any age) once. Also, this link contains one last pointless video of The Infant trying to stuff The Cat in the Hat's butt into her mouth. I personally (canineally?) think a video of ME trying to stuff a cat's butt into my mouth would be much more entertaining.

I'm still here...

...somewhere. I just haven't gotten around to unpacking myself yet. See ya again soon.

Did I forget to mention...

Did I forget to mention that The Infant's first tooth popped through on Saturday morning? Yeah, I guess I did. What a weekend!

Happy Birthday to Me!

Check out The Infant on Mother's Day (I think she changed clothes about five times that day!)!

Six years old. And I've been with The Humans for five. Hard to believe, but true. Curly did cook me two all-beef hot dogs for my special day. I can't believe she remembered. Also, the fence is coming along nicely. Maybe one day I'll be able to frolic and play again. Until then, I'll lay on their bed and sleep.

So, twitpic won't work from my phone since The Humans are too cheap to spring for a data plan, but here is the picture I wanted to upload:

That's Curly's leg in all it's strawberried glory. The Guy thought that it would be okay to remind her that she's no longer seventeen. FYI - It's not okay.


And finally, The Infant had her dedication last Sunday. She thought she was getting a bath so she was pretty stoked. When she found out that's not exactly what was happening, she fell asleep (but not until after Granddaddy and Curly's Twin sang).

Today, however, was a little traumatic, too; The Infant got stung by a wasp. There was a little panic and aimless driving but for the most part everyone was fairly calm. She's okay and got to eat a popsicle to boot. She also had some benadryl which helped the swelling but maybe more importantly it counteracted the sugar in the popsicle she ate at 8:00pm!