Hot Dog, hot dog, hot diggity dog!

Leftovers from when we grilled out last weekend. Delicious.

Well, the trial of childhood, the double ear infection, has entered our house. It is going much better than I expected, since Gabbi can't really cry or be fussy. She is such a trooper. She got a special new bone since she had to get shots & medicine. She is handling the whole thing quite well, actually. Also, we are SO proud of our girl because the note on her file at the vet has been moved down from "WILL bite" to "MIGHT bite". I no longer have the biggest bully at the playground.

Meanwhile, Chloe has not really come to accept the fact that her needs aren't quite met with the readiness that Anderson's are. For example, she wants dinner when she wants it and not in 5 minutes when I have a spare hand to get it. She will pout & stare at the pantry until I feed her. She will seriously plant herself on the floor and not move even if you step on her.

Speaking of special needs, Chloe has only eaten one toy in the last 6 months. This is monumental and has been recorded on her permanent file. She is acting pitiful hoping she won't get in trouble (it didn't work).

Because they have not made near enough appearances on the blog, here are my nephews! So grown up.

Less than 1 week into 6 months, Anderson is really addicted to trying to find places to pull up. He has found this chair and will beeline toward it every time we set him down. I don't think this is normal at his age. I think I am saying this out of fear more than pride...