An 8:30 bedtime is normal, right?

Spring has dragged itself
Into view. I tire still and
am off to bed. 'Nite!

A girl and her dogs

The girl has been sick... really since last Friday but we hit critical mass the last couple of days, prompting a trip to urgent care because I suddenly became convinced she had RSV again and I wanted to use their pulse ox monitor.  She doesn't - just a bad cold that turned into a sinus infection that requires mommy's full undivided snuggling.

And since she was on amoxicillin last month for the most mild case of strep EVER (way to contribute to the SuperBug!) we had to use something new which is apparently going to turn her poop red.  Apologies, since I don't usually share poop stories but, oh my, the day care people's heads are going to explode.  Not that she's going back till next week but still, I can't help giggle.  Hi, I'm secretly an 8 year old boy.

She has been exceptionally miserable - really! - except she complied with Murphy's law and rallied during a conference call yesterday.  I would have actually preferred the wailing when on the phone with my boss from home because of my sick, sick child.  No, no, that's not her giggling on the background. Must be your imagination.  I started plying her with fruit snacks and wandering into other rooms with the phone but then she thought we were playing tag and the giggling got louder.  That was awesome.

She also rallied a bit on Wednesday for a quick game of catch.  The big white one is Murphy (story pending), the middle dark one with the stumpy tail is Maude, and the little fluffy one in desperate need of grooming is Moose.  "Dog" was the girls first ASL sign.  It's a wonder why.  Yesterday my son asked if me if it wasn't like having 5 children, with the dogs.  HA!

Wait!
...I just watched this again before posting & fine cinema it's not, but this is the only post I'm going to crank out this week & I just spent 4 whole paragraphs leading up to it.  Also, Alison asked.  First, turn down your volume!  I absolutely cannot stand the way my voice sounds in these things - I.do.not.squeak.like.that!  Second, she had refused to let me brush her hair all day (probably because her head hurt w/the sinus infection) so please ignore the urchin-esque tangled locks.  And my yard - Murphy is responsible for the sad state of what was once grass.  Ah, hell.... never mind.  Here you go, rumpled messy us:

Weeds

(In the garden. Not the show.  Nor the... nevermind).

Contemplating the role of poisen ivy in the Universe.

Our little vagabond

We hadn't been up on the hill in, um, a whole season. 

But it was green & the neighbors didn't complain.

Nonetheless it looks like Seymour is plotting his next meal.

Busy day - the big dogs got a bath too.  This one escaped... for now.

TGIT (thank g-d it's thursday)

He had a long week too.

Asleep before I got home, snuggled up next to the Pillow Pet and Ugly Dog.

She is TOO fast to photograph these days. 

"Enough mom - I have cabinets to empty"

So we'll throw in some of mom's flowers...

The gladiolas are starting to bloom

Late Summer Afternoon

Someone (finally!) got a haircut

Slide?

Stroll off into, ok, out of the sunset:

Lilies!

Uncle Pete & Aunt Emily Visit

Early Birthday. Traditional cake.


Proper longboard form

Mommy's garden.