Spork thought a pair of balloons were the best thing at his pal A's birthday party.
Sundresses beckon, but sweater dresses are awfully cute and cozy too.
As a reticent baby, I thought Tater might be my quieter child, but apparently we raise 'em to be talkers. Anyway, while I finished checking out at Barnes and Noble this week, she waved to the cashier (a David Bowie look-a-like, btw) and chirped, "Bye-bye! Have fun!"
Spork and Tater both love cooking up "snacks" for their dolls, stuffed animals, and me. When Spork mixes, he mutters, "Make-a-make-a-make-a." When Tater delivers my food, she tilts her head to the side and asks, "Want some?" Then when I go to take a pretend bite, she exclaims, "A-cool down!" She tries to warn me seriously but she can't keep a straight face.
The next door neighbors have a precious new Lab puppy, with soft coal black fur and big puppy feet. Since they both work FT, I offered to let Puppy B out a few times a day for them as needed. The Nugget is totally in love, and he can hardly believe that little B is going to be bigger than our own Doggie.