Friday, March 04, 2011
Thursday, February 03, 2011
The birds can't get out either
In the winter, a morning at the zoo with a stop at the zoomazium and a wander through the warm rainforest building is a fine thing indeed.

The kids had a fine time playing with this gate. I wish i had an aural component to this post - the sound of the bamboo clattering together while the kids pushed through was really pretty cool.
The kids had a fine time playing with this gate. I wish i had an aural component to this post - the sound of the bamboo clattering together while the kids pushed through was really pretty cool.
sleeping like a baby
At night, before i get into bed, i check on the kids. I give them kisses, tuck them back in, and tiptoe out before they know i've visited.


There is not a lot of time, during the day, to reflect on how lucky we are. But, at night, when they are peaceful and still, i can take a moment to be thankful and appreciate them.
There is not a lot of time, during the day, to reflect on how lucky we are. But, at night, when they are peaceful and still, i can take a moment to be thankful and appreciate them.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
The Dog
You know, our friend Zak turned seven yesterday. That means that we've had our dog for six years. (And, therefore, that the dog is about six and a half years old.)
Well, we finally found out something about das Hund. To preface, let me explain that we found him through a pointer rescue group, and adopted him from a humane society that billed him as a lab/pointer mix. The trainer we hired to help us figure out what to do with his spazzy self once opined that Sampson potentially had some coyote blood. The dog's exact genetic background has always been the topic of some discussion, and people love to take guesses - boxer, lab, dalmatian, etc. etc.
Well, now we know:

Ah, well, i love the guy no matter where he came from!
Well, we finally found out something about das Hund. To preface, let me explain that we found him through a pointer rescue group, and adopted him from a humane society that billed him as a lab/pointer mix. The trainer we hired to help us figure out what to do with his spazzy self once opined that Sampson potentially had some coyote blood. The dog's exact genetic background has always been the topic of some discussion, and people love to take guesses - boxer, lab, dalmatian, etc. etc.
Well, now we know:

Ah, well, i love the guy no matter where he came from!
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Crowning Glory, by Elise
... I was just trying to send Elise a picture of her hat in action. However, i am a failure at sending photographs, so i'm doing it the long way around - behold a post from the zoo yesterday. (With some bonus pictures of the boy in his too-cute rain coat.)
I suppose i should figure out how to fix red-eye.




I suppose i should figure out how to fix red-eye.
Friday, January 07, 2011
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Mister is one!
Hard to believe, ain't it? He's definitely a toddler - getting better at walking, and taller for reaching, and trying so hard to communicate, something.... I couldn't love any one more than i love my chubby little mister.
Picture is from 'Shake Rattle and Roll', at the zoo - an extravaganza of percussion instruments for the littlest set. He's definitely a shaker!
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