Sunday, July 17, 2016

Finny's First Birthday!

Our sweet Finny-boy is one year old today! And still all puppy, but that's okay. 

Katie had wanted me to make him a special cake, but I'm a slacker dog-mom so he just got a birthday sundae. Travis helped me come up with the toppings -- frozen banana chunks, hot dog, crumbled peanut butter cookie, all on vanilla ice cream (Pet brand, of course!). 

Finny was Very pleased with his treat. Ed, watching him devour it, asked "Do you think he'll keep it down?" Travis responded, "Well, if he doesn't  he can just eat it again!" And, yeah. He'd do that in a heartbeat. Dogs! (Fortunately he seems to be handling it just fine. All the excitement wore him out for a few minutes, but now he's recovered and I just had to remind him to chew on his bone, not the wheel of my chair. His digestion is one of his real strengths, which is fortunate given his inability to discern which things are actually food.)

A squeaky hippo which Katie picked for him. He loves it.

The Kong squeaky ball is another hit. He and Olivia have been chasing the ball this afternoon.

And a "fake antler," by Nylabone. He seems to like it.

And a new "adult" Kong! Just in time, as his pink puppy Kong has started to look a bit worn.

A pack of rawhide "Oinkies."

So, a foolish number of toys, but... baby's first birthday and all. And he does seem to like them all!

In other news...

Obviously (since she's in today's pictures), we picked Katie up at camp! That was yesterday. She had a wonderful time but picked up some sort of a bug toward the end of her week. But she's told us about a lot of fun stuff, and she enjoyed her fellow campers, so it was good, overall. And we're glad to have her back!

And Livy is feeling neglected, what with not being the birthday girl, so I promised she could have some blog-attention too. Isn't she a cutie?

But wait... one more Finn picture -- the day we brought him home!

Okay, two.

Monday, July 11, 2016

A Quiet House

Yesterday we dropped Katie off for her week at camp. And unlike some people, she opted to stay once we got her there. Made herself a name tag, put her sheets on her bed, and wished us a safe trip home (and, bless her, reminded Ed to stop at the Sweet Frog on the way home and get frozen yogurt sundaes for dinner!). 

  (She was good humored about her embarrassing old parents, but those raised eyebrows tell the real story. Sometimes it's hard to be fourteen.)

And look at who is taller here -- me! I was pretty pleased about it until Katie pointed out that she'd taken off her shoes.

So now the house is very quiet for a week. Travis is not one to speak without dire necessity, and even Finn and Livy seem subdued. Actually, that part is lovely. Finny's one year birthday is next week (the 17th) and he is planning to be all done with his puppy nonsense by then and is practicing being a sedate adult dog. Hey, I can dream!

(I love Livy's lean in these pictures!)

Tuesday, July 05, 2016


My boy is eighteen today. I've been dreading this day, but now.... it's okay. I miss the little boy something wicked -- the way he thought I was so amazing and could make Everything right for him, and the way he engaged so joyfully in his enthusiasms. The way his hopes weren't shadowed by a trace of skepticism. He's smart and funny, loving and thoughtful -- when he is in the mood to chat (not that that happens anything like often enough!) you couldn't ask for better company. But watching the outsized dreams of a child become the more realistic outlook of a young man... Well, I guess once that eleventh birthday rolls around and no Hogwarts owl shows up, dreams begin to get adjusted and there's no returning to the garden. Or something like that. Anyway, he's eighteen now, and I wouldn't trade him for all the world. But...

a few little boy pictures before we move on to today!

My word but he was a sweet little thing.

But, wait... Look at that! He's Still the cutest thing since sliced bread!

Opening a gift from Katie....

A Hershey bar! Is there anything nicer?

Ed picked him out these magnificent flip flops. And they Fit!

I love these ridiculous kids so much.

Here he is with the Big Gift. A DJ controller. He put on a marvelous show of being utterly clueless and enjoyed his "surprise" thoroughly!

He is So my kid! Reading the Directions! Ed wouldn't do that in a million years.

As a rather magnificent concession to Ed's wishes, Travis agreed to spend a chunk of today at the DMV, getting his driver's license. Ed had checked into it, and apparently one's eighteenth birthday is the day one can get a license without the need to pay any extra fees or take any extra tests (aside from the driving test). But first we got ice cream for lunch. We had planned to go to the new place, but when we got there they were closed, with a sign saying they were Out of Ice Cream. So we went to the Speedy Chef, and it was fine.

There was a goodly wait at the DMV, but the kids were .... lively, pointing out the humor in the educational signs and posters (there was one particularly hilarious one of an unfortunate person embracing "Johnny," which may have been intended to illustrate the effects of demon drink, but there were several other interpretations suggested, and another poster they liked featured Uncle Sam in the custody of some state troopers -- I can't remember what the point of that one was, but somehow it was very amusing). Anyway, when they'd exhausted the possibilities of the posters, Travis practiced his driving while seated. By this point the waiting room was completely full, and Travis's steering, braking, shifting, and near collisions (imagined, of course) garnered us some startled (and amused) looks from our fellow aspiring drivers and their companions. Ed kept raising his eyebrows at me, so I followed my normal parenting protocol, fleeing the scene to sit outside with my book. Soon after, mercifully, the lucky examiner assigned to Travis took him out for his drive and, very pragmatically, passed him (allowing a three point turn, which he had to explain, to substitute for parallel parking).

For dinner I made Travis's request -- pesto pasta -- and Katie decorated the cake. (I made waffles and bacon for breakfast. Which reminds me, if you happen to own the 13th edition of the Fannie Farmer Cookbook and decide that maybe you should make the Raised Waffles, on page 556, which the author says are "the best waffles I know," Don't. They are revolting, and I had to dump the batter and the waffles and start over and make the Waffles (pg 555), which the author doesn't give any special label to, but which are reliable and excellent and have yet to fail me. So much for trying "special" new recipes on birthdays! Not that I was annoyed.)

It was a good day.
And here is Livy, coveting her brother's toys. Which is only fair, as he covets her jingle balls and squeaky mouse, and steals them every chance he gets.

And one last old picture, just because it makes me smile!