Thursday, January 29, 2009

Prima Ballerina

"J", after much of begging and pleading (on her part), has started Ballet and Tap class. She has been asking to take ballet for a long time and I finally gave in. She is really enjoying it and doing well. Although they don't teach (or encourage) it in class she has the weird and uncanny ability to actually stand en pointe (not shown below). Fortunately for her she may have inherited-the very recessive (in our family)-athletic gene.


"J" has a "real bun" in her hair just like a ballerina.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Cheap Skates

It may come as a shock to those of you up north but we haven't actually taught our children to skate. But never fear while stalking Target the other day I found skates on 75% off clearance and thought "by golly it's time these kids learned to skate"

SAFETY FIRST


"Um...How do I get up"?

More Holiday Visitors

It shouldn't be shocking that after years of having dog food on the back porch we finally got a late night visitor.


Yet we were quite surprised to see this little "possum" on the porch a few nights ago. Perhaps he was more suprprised than us. He certainly looked surprised-or maybe that look was abject terror. I am not sure how hungry this little guy was-but he must have been very hungry or very stupid to brave a yard inhabited by two very bored and very protective dogs.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Over the River

and through the woods came Grandma and Grandpa for an after Christmas visit. Since the children are in school it has become increasingly difficult to make the 6 hour trip to visit with my mom and her husband. Luckily they braved some pretty miserable weather to enjoy a quick visit with the kids.

Grandpa John and "J"






Grandma brought "J" a HUGE apple

Going to the Dogs

Poor "D". After Bella returned to the rescue group from whence she came, he finally had some peace and quiet. For "D" and "T" one dog was JUST RIGHT for our family. But for "J" and I (both consummate animal lovers and certified suckers) one dog wasn't nearly enough. So it was with some cajoling we convinced "D" to meet (just meet) Gabby, a small black dog.



Fast forward one week and Gabby has joined our household, and while she is completely different from the dog we visited at several rescue adoption events...she is never the less a real sweet heart. She is 3 year old (but she acts more like a puppy).

Molly is a bit reticent about the whole thing...she is still somewhat shell shocked from Bella's attacks-but she is warming up to the idea of having a new buddy.

Speaking of Molly, last week she some how managed to rip out a nail/claw. Poor thing. Can you imagine?