Fire the cook

Our conversation....

Me: Ava, what do you want for lunch?

Ava: Chicken. (the same as every other day)

Me: We're out of chicken. How about a star or heart sandwich?

Ava: I can't wike dat. Is not good.

Me: Why is it not good? You ate some 2 days ago.

Ava: I can't eat dat. Is not safe.

So what? Now I'm making poisonous sandwiches? Off to Chick Fil A.

Favorite Park Pics

You know, this has been a pretty mild winter so far. We had a nice play date with Abby's 3rd grade teacher over the Christmas break, so I thought I'd post some cute pics from that day.

Sometimes things fall apart at the park.

Loose something, Abby? Yes, that is Abby with a broken jaw on top of a huge spinning thing. You should have seen her panicked mother run over there when the teacher pointed it out. And no, I have no idea who the dude is who put her up there. Since I couldn't reach her, I let her spin

The Iggies

Last year, my little brother was searching for an Italian Greyhound. My first thought was WHY?! I only remember one of them coming into the clinic in Lubbock, and it was a total spaz that the owners ended up getting rid of. So, one day I was looking in our free local paper and saw an ad for IG puppies. They usually run at least $500, but these were much less. Mom jumped at the opportunity to come for a grandkid visit and pick up the puppy, and we were all instantly hooked. These little guys are hard to housebreak, but they are beautiful, elegant, cuddly dogs with great personalities.

At times, we had discussed getting a dog (meaning one), but we weren't really searching. One day in June, I got the bright idea of calling Bailey's (my brother's dog) breeder to see if she had something for Jake's father's day present. Turns out, her dog was in heat and she planned on gifting as many pups as I wanted when they were ready. We took the whole litter, of course. To make a very sad, very long story short, we gave one to a relative and kept a male and female. The male had Megaesophagus (a non-functioning esophagus=BAD), so he went to a rescue society.

Meet Olive the Other Reindeer (the blue one) and her new bestest friend Tucker. Tuck for short.

We Lost the Sick

I suppose this is as good a place to start as any. Many of you guys (ahem.....Aunt Jan and Aunt Kelly) keep asking me to start a blog, following in the footsteps of my fabulous sister in law. I love watching her kids grow up through the blog, and hopefully I'll keep this going. Of course, I know that my email will be overflowing with gentle reminders if I don't. You all remember the funny stories from when Abby was little, so I'll be trying to remember those as well as adding some from Ava (or Eba, as she likes to call herself). You thought Abby was funny, just wait for Miss Eba.

Ok, so here goes. This morning I was watching the today show (BY MYSELF!) and enjoying my coffee, when suddenly I heard "I NEED TO THROW UP!!!" Now, as this was the first sound that I heard from her today, I ran into her room, snatched her up, and ran to the potty. Ah, those fun memories from college. Anyway, she vomitted a little and immediately asked for some cereal. Again, those fun days from college. So we went into the kitchen and got a little cereal, dry of course, and a little Sprite. I decided to check her temp, as she and Abby have had the flu and Miss Eba is just getting over it. I checked her and said, "You're fine! No more fever." She said "Yeah, we lost it." I said, "We lost what?" Miss Eba said, "The sick. We lost the sick," with a very happy (and not sick) look on her face.

Told ya she was funny.