potty breaks...

I remember friends telling me when Hunt was a small baby and maybe even before he was born, that I will NEVER be able to go to the restroom by myself anymore. Well time has proved that they were right. It hasn't just started, it's been ever since Hunt could crawl. I'm just bringing it up now because the other day both Hunt and hubs stood in front of me(while I'm trying to do my business)and carried on a conversation with me. And anyway when Hunt began to walk he would ALWAYS follow me into the bath. And when talking came into the picture he started bringing me toys. I guess I must have looked bored in there. He would bring them to me and say..."here mommy, toys"... Well times have changed a little bit now. He very seldom brings me toys. Instead he follows me in there, waits and then wants to see the "potty" followed by "I want to flush mommies potty". Good Lord! I've thought about shutting and locking the door, but I always want to be able to see and if not see at least hear Hunt. That and the fact that he would beat the door down trying to get in. Beside the constant..."mommy, open the door...mommy, mommy, mommy"... It's just easier to allow him to stand there and wait for me. I have however told him that it was "gross" and not very nice to ask to see some-one's potty. And the reward of flushing the potty goes to the person who used the potty. Zanny kids!!!


Ask My 3 Year Old..
Where do babies come from?
Hunt:I don't remember.(I don't recall ever telling him) In the past we have been asking him to say I don't remember on questions that he doesn't remember.




We didn't get to take Zoe to the doggie park due to rain the night before. Sorry Zo...maybe next time.
Saturday we didn't do much at all. Sunday we meet Steph and her family at a Indian Market(convention). I had never been so it was neat to take in all the Native American stuff. The best was the dancers and music. They had complete costumes/attire. Hunt enjoyed watching them and did a bit of dancing on his own. He was too cute. Afterwards we made a run to Decatur to eat at SweetiePies for my mom-in-laws B-Day. We meet the grandparents there along with my bro and sis in-law and baby M. We had a nice time. It was sweet to see baby M and Hunt playing pick-a-boo with each other. Baby M will be 1 on the 19th of April. Can't believe it, just can't believe it!

So I'm debating on making cookies again this year for our vacation to the coast. I know it seems unnecessary and silly, but they do turn out way cute(and are really yummy). They just take a while to make. The recipe I have is so perfect for cookie cutter cookies. They don't rise that much so the cookie shape does not get distorted. Check out a few that I've made in the past...


These cookies were made for hubs B-day earlier this month(crowns and pillows). He loves Crown Royal and I thought the cookies would be a pleasant change to a birthday cake. I even enclosed them in a cloth Crown Royal bag...

These cuties were made last Jan. for the Ft Worth Stock show and rodeo. They were almost too cute to eat...

Unfortunately I couldn't find the cookies I made last vacation...shucks...maybe I never down-loaded them...hummmm

Well that's about all that's been going on.

Hugs, J

crazy animals...

Today was an uneventful day. We didn't have anything to do so we just hung out here at home. In a way it was nice. The most exciting thing Hunt and I did was make a homemade pizza for lunch(snuck in some carrot puree in the sauce). It turned out pretty good.
I was looking through some photos of Zoe from when we first got her. She has grown SO much!

Hunt and Zoe on the snow day...i think early March 2008...









Zoe in her "girly" pink shirt...middle of Jan 2008...









Hunt and Zoe..end of Dec 2007...




the day we got Zoe...Dec 3, 2007...giving Hunt a push...

Tomorrow I hope to take her to the doggie park since it's been several weeks since she's been. This will be only her 4th time to go. She has a BIG issue with jumping on Hunt. I don't know if it's the excitement or what but she knocks him down and then he starts in crying and it's chaos from then on. She out weighs him now by a little bit. She's just as ornery as Hunt most the time. It's comical to watch Hunt and Zoe play tug-of-war with her rope or duck. She ends up dragging him across the floor. He just gets up and goes back for more...like that saying "when you fall off your horse,get back up and ride again"(something like that). Oh and joy today...I caught her drinking out of the toilet in our master bedroom. Why do dogs do that? It's not like they don't have a bowl of nice clean water in the kitchen to quench their thirst. Maybe they like that the toilets are higher than their bowls. Not as far to stretch their necks...lazy. And a little gross. I recon that's why they are called "animals". They just don't have to care about these important things. I remember when we had our Blueberry. When she was younger she would eat poop. Not just hers, but sometimes other animals as well. We asked a vet once why dogs do that to which we got the answer...because they want to...well duh!!! We knew that much. It didn't take a DVM degree to figure that out!


Ask My 3 Year Old:
What does daddy do at work?
Hunt:Daddy picks up tools.(maybe he meant fools instead of tools)

egg-citing Easter...

Good to see everyone. Hope you all had a good Easter. Ours was great. Once again the Easter Bunny didn't let us down. Hunt got tons of goodies. He was very excited to see the Easter basket filled with all sorts of toys and sweets. We had lunch Saturday with our second family the "S's". They are some of the best people that you could meet. We enjoyed ham, au gratin potatoes, green beans and rolls. It tasted wonderful. Hubs had to work this Sat.(normally has the day off). Then Sunday we had lunch at hub's parent's house. Our Easter lunch was a bit different than the norm. We stuffed our faces to chicken spaghetti, carrots, and rolls. Hunt got MORE Easter goodies from Grandma and Papa as well as aunt M and uncle D. We got to see Hunt's cousin which was a joy. He's a cutie. And afterwards we ran over to my cousins to let Hunt hunt eggs with the kiddos. It was good to see everyone on this fine holiday.
...awwwww look how egg-cited he was...
Hunt and his basket of never ending goodies...

Hunt's egg collection...

Kiddos seeking their sweet fortune...


Friday Hunt and I dyed Easter eggs. All and all it turned out pretty good. With a 3year old you just never know. Mommy was lazy so Saturday we baked "store bought, ready to bake cookies". Normally I like to make homemade eats, but I wasn't in the mood. Hunt got to decorate them with sprinkles. He's such a big help.
Hunt dyeing eggs...
Hunt and our fab-u-loso eggs...
Helping mommy with the cookies...

Tidbit...(Secrets:kept from, or acting without, the knowledge of others.) Am I the only one that thinks it's rude for people to whisper secrets to each other while others can see. I mean it's obvious that these people are "talking" about people that are near by and don't want them to hear their little gossip. If you gotta do it, be MORE discrete! You could get people upset, POed or even hurt feeling!


Ask My 3 Year Old...
Where do angels live?
Hunt:The sky. (see sometimes he does pay attention, i kinda figured this one would be accurate...but you never can tell...)


FYI...exactly a month until V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N !!!!! Woooo-Hoooo!!!

my little nature boy...

Gosh it's such a beautiful day here in Texas today! The sun is smiling down on the earth and the birds are singing a melody. It makes me wish I were out hiking again. Filling my lungs with fresh air and feeling the warmth of the sun on my face.
But alas I'm here indoors. Hunt is still taking a nap and I'm plugging away at this blog. We'll have to at least go outside for a little while this afternoon. Hunt can run some stink out of him and I can watch and enjoy him while he does it. Kids grow up so fast. It's times like this where I love to just sit and watch him. Trying to remember every detail of his expressions or trying to catch his every laugh to keep it stored away in my small memory as long as possible. It makes me want to tear up just typing this. What REALLY gets me is looking through old pictures of Hunt. I can't go through one or two and I start crying. My baby(although only 3) is changing all the time. Is it mean to kind of enjoy him being a little sick sometimes? That seems to be the only times left that I can still cuddle and hold him. Sometimes when he's getting tired he'll let me, but that's few and far between. I always appreciated it when he was small and I could rock him as I sung him songs every night. Now it's stories and some songs...which I also enjoy.
Ok enough with the sadness. But one more question...and maybe it's just hubs that's like this...why is it that men just don't seem to understand why women/moms get sad and emotional when they think about their babies growing up? Hubs is always telling me...it's good that he's growing and doing so well. And I'm like...but he's growing too fast! Well maybe it's just ME, but in my eyes I feel that Hunt is more mine than his. I guess it's do to the fact that I carried him in my body for 8 months(I know 9 is the norm, but Hunt came at 8) and that I gave birth and brought him into the world.
I know...geez...enough, enough!!!!



Ask My 3 Year Old...
Where does the Easter Bunny live?
Hunt:At the party with the Easter eggs.




Here are a few snap shots of our trip to the Ft.Worth Nature Center & Refuge from last Saturday...

Hiking at the Nature Center & Refuge... It was a perfect day for the hike. Hunt and I went with my BF Steph and her son. Just us two moms with our little men. We printed out some clues to a few letter boxes that were SUPPOSE to be hidden throughout the refuge, but we didn't find any boxes. It could be that the three that we searched for were hidden in 2005 or 2006.
Hunt sitting on some rock steps. Hunt giving me a bear hug(choke hold). And Steph with the boys on a wooden bridge.



We both love hiking and the outdoors. And to teach and experience these things with our boys is always a blessing! Thanks for being such a good friend Steph. Hunt and I love doing things with you and J.



I hear someone in the other room stirring(finally up from nap), so I better see what he's doing before he gets into some mischief. Later we'll be dyeing Easter eggs...SHIT!... which by the way have been boiling in the kitchen for a while. I better go check on them to before I burn the house down...

we've got photos...

Hiddy, not much going on in our lives these last few days. No kids, key and such getting locked up in cars...and thank goodness I didn't get sick.
Oh, did you notice something different about my blog...yes that's right...I actually have pictures! Yey for me!!! Steph you ought to be proud of me!







Ask My 3 Year Old...
What is a dictionary?
Hunt:For the car to go.

And as I mentioned several days ago, here are a few pics of the KECPTA(mommy group) Easter party...


Hunt working on his string-a-bead necklace...


Playing pin the egg on the bunny...

Enjoying a little snack...

Easter Bunny(or as Hunt called him...the bunny man)stopped by...


Easter egg hunting...

Hunt had a really good time and was on his next to best behavior...no-body's perfect right. What do I expect with so much going on. After the party the kiddos got to act like little monkeys on the playground...it helped to burn off some of that energy. Our contribution to the snackies were some blueberry lemon poppy seed muffins(that were actually a little good for you). I used a recipe that included fresh blueberries, some yellow squash puree and a little flax seed meal. They tasted pretty good to. Here's how they looked...

Hope everyone enjoys the pictures...it took a while and I'm still getting the hang of it so be patient.
Tomorrow I plan on posting some of our hiking trip to the Ft.Worth Nature Center & Refuge that we took last Saturday.
Since learning to add pics is like a new toy for me you'll probably get sick of seeing my child's face, or all the crap I make and do. But hey, I'm a photo addict freak...just ask hubs!

lock up...

If you don't see a blog from me in the next few days it could be because I'm in the hospital recovering from pneumonia. I was out in the rain this evening...but not by choice. Don't laugh because it's not funny...well maybe from a reader's point of view it may be...I had to take Hunt to the prosthetics office, so on the way back I thought we would drop in on JoAnn's fabric and crafts for a peak at some goodies(at least in my eyes). Hunt was a bit tired and cranky of course because of the lack of a nap today. He was whining, saying "pay for it" meaning pay for your crap mom so we can leave! I paid for our stuff(I say OUR because I bought some clay for him to sculpt with)and we headed out to the Tahoe. I loaded him in and buckled him up and then loaded in my bags, purse and keys...hears where the shit hits the fan...I shut the door and went around to open the driver's door to get in. The *@#?&!(bleeping) thing was locked!! UGHHHHH! After going around and checking all doors I realize SHIT!!!!!! I have nothing but my good looks with me(which is not going to get me far at all)everything is in the Tahoe. The kid, the keys, the phone...etc. God what am I going to do? I'm such a idiot! It's sad because my MAJOR dread is not so much that my stuff including Hunt is in the Tahoe(awful to say), it's more that I know I will have to somehow call hubs to come bail me out! So after a few choice words to myself I decide to go back inside the store and call hubs. I didn't want to leave Hunt in the truck all by himself, but what was I to do? I tried to talk to him through the window glass. I did everything I could to try to get him out of the car seat. The poor thing couldn't unbuckle the seat straps to save his life...or to save mommy a call to daddy. At first he was just laughing. I think he thought I was just playing. So I ran inside to call hubs. Here's how the conversation went...

him: hello(loud noise in the back ground)
me: hey honey I locked my keys in the car and...
him: I can't hear you, I'll have to call you back
me: you can't! I don't have my phone. (LOUDER) I LOCKED MY KEYS IN THE CAR...MY PURSE, PHONE AND YOUR CHILD ARE ALSO LOCKED IN!
him: oh great! Ok I'll see you in a little while...oh my extra set is at home...damn
me: ok by
him: (discouraged) bye

I went back out to the truck and made a few more attempts at try to get Hunt to get out of the car seat and open the door. No such luck! So I just talked to him for a while. He did start crying a little. I guess he kind of figured out that mom wasn't teasing him and started to get a tad bit worried. All I could do was lean over on the door/window and peer in the Tahoe and try to keep Hunt calm.
I'm sure the people that saw me out in the parking lot thought I was casing a car for a crime. At his point the rain had not started up yet...but that was short lived. After about 10 min. it started in...first slowly and then a little heavier. SO here I am slumped over the Tahoe, looking like a drowned dog as the rain comes down as well as the sun.
About 25 min after calling hubs he arrives in his nice work van with the LARGE company name on the side(most of you guys know what company that is). I really looked like a fugitive then. Any-who he decided against going home for the extra keys and calls OnStar...great-ful that we still are signed up for it. After a few questions from OnStar the doors unlock and I'm saying a Thank You Lord and thank goodness for OnStar. Had this not worked, I would have been out in the cool weather and rain for another 35-45 min. while hubs drove home and back.
I'm still not sure just how it happened. The keys were on the passenger seat(snickering at me). I didn't push the auto lock button on them or the door. It was just freaky. I know that things happen for a reason and to teach us a lesson of some sorts, so what would this one be? Ok besides...hang on to your keys until you're actually IN the vehicle!

On a brighter note...here's Hunt's question for today...
Ask My 3 Year Old...
What is a mothball?
Hunt:moffbaws(moth balls) a cow.

Our trial art class was fun today. I guess because I enjoy art and crafts so much. So I'm not sure if I want to sign Hunt up for either the music or art classes yet. I think he might enjoy the music class better than the art.

Count down has officially begun...one month and 8 days until VACATION!!! Yey!!!

And to let you know I snuck in some cauliflower and zucchini puree into our scrambled eggs today. Couldn't even tell. Hubs LOVES eggs SOOOO SOOOO much...oh if he only knew!...

sneaking about...

Happy St. Patty's Day to you all! Hope everyone wore their green so that you got by passed by the pincher's. It was a pretty decent day around here today. Nothing special to report really. I did decide to start a small segment on my blog called..."Ask My 3 Year Old". I will post a question/questions that I randomly pick, out of the air, that I asked Hunt my 3 year old. The questions that I will ask him will be ones that he may or may not know the CORRECT answer to. Most of which he would not even begin to know. I just thought it would be neat and I'm sure funny to see what he comes up with. Today's question...

Ask My 3 Year Old...
(in accordance to Saint. Patrick's Day)
What is St. Patrick's Day?
Hunt: "Pak-es-trey(St.Patrick's Day) is a dinosaur.
What is a leprechaun?
Hunt: Kinda like a dragon, a purple dragon.

I guess his version of the words Saint Patrick's Day (pak-es-trey) does sound similar to a dinosaur name.

I also want to share a little secret with everyone. A few of my good friend know what I've been doing to my family, but to the rest of you, you haven't got a clue. I'm hesitant...well here it is...I've been sneaking around. Not the sneaking around that you may think. God I'm not like that! I've been sneaking around and adding extra veggies and fruit to our usually unhealthy-ish meals. Yep I know I'm horrible. But hey, what ever it takes to at least get us to eat a little healthier and get more vitamins in our bodies. I have two cook books that I have been tinkering with. The recipes use everyday kid/family type foods and all you do is add a puree to them. I hear some of you now eeeeewwwww! I know it may sound nasty, but so far we have had good luck with the ones we've tried. You can't even taste the weird items that was added. Hubs and Hunt of course don't know about my little undercover operation(hush, hush). If I mentioned it to hubs he would already have it in his mind that the dish has something "good" for you in it (re:a odd veggie) and nose would be turned up in the air. So what they don't know won't hurt them. It will only help us all. So far we've tried a couple different spaghetti/marinara/pizza sauces(using carrot puree), one of a few mac and cheese recipes(using cauliflower and zucchini puree), mashed potatoes(with cauliflower puree), rice crispies(using brown rice crispy cereal), brownies(using zucchini), french toast(banana and sweet potato purees), turkey meat ball(this one has to be better using turkey instead of beef),blueberry lemon poppy seed muffins(using fresh blue berries(whole)and yellow squash puree). Most of the recipes are made using a veggie or fruit puree added to it. You pre-steam and puree them and put in fridge to be used in a few days or freeze to use at a later date. You purchase the fruits and veggies fresh or frozen or I've even bought some baby food veggies to use to. I plan on trying many more. Some other that I have on our menu at some point are Boca Burger chili, rice balls, chicken tenders, mac and cheese 1, mac and cheese 2, pancakes, grilled cheese sandwiches...etc, etc...all using purees. I'll keep you posted...
Tomorrow is a trial art class and later in the day we have to make a run to the prosthetics place. This means no nap time...yey for me...

rudeness...

I just have to share...tonight we were at a restaurant having a nice dinner just Hunt, hubs and myself. Everything was going great until a gentlemanrude ass man decided he wanted to clear his nasal passage ways! How gross! It was loud enough that I possibly could not have been the only one who heard it. God man we're eating here! On top of just being rude and blowing your snot while others around you get nauseated, the jerk used the restaurant's cloth material napkin to do it in. Go to the restroom you disrespectful idiot! And for God sakes use some tissue or TP. He had a wife and daughter with him...I guess they are use to this kind of uncouth behavior.
On a much happier note...Hunt and I attended the KECPTA Easter Party Friday. We had a super time.
Today Hunt, myself, BF and son went on a little outdoor excursion. We did some hiking at Fort Worth Nature Center and Refuge. We enjoyed ourselves and the day was to die for!
I'm running short on energy and of course brain power for tonight, so I'll have to send posts and hopefully pictures(I SO suck at sending email/blog pics)in a few days. I got some good ones so stayed tuned...

hooters and huevos...

Good day to you all.
OK. So you guys know that I'm all for being the best mom and taking care of your kiddos. I don't have a issue with breast feeding in public as long as it's not in my face. At the very least TRY to conceal what you are doing and not be so obvious. I know everyone out there can tell what's going on when you see a blanket over a woman's front and can make out a small young'un squirming about underneath. Well a few weeks ago at story time I caught a glimpse of a mother breast feeding one of her two children. Not a big deal right???? Wrong!! First of all she could have at least gone to the back of the room. Second, cover up! I mean I didn't see flesh, but there was no blanket or anything, just her shirt. Third, your in the front area of a pretty full room of both children and parents and among them sat a daddy. I felt uncomfortable, so I'm sure he may have been to. I know it's the right of every mother to nurse her babies when and where she and they wish. Maybe I'm just a little self-conscious about it. I know if it were me, I'd be at the back of the room if not out of the room. And I would definitely have a hooter cover or blanket or something. The reason I'm just writing about it today was because today, in story time again I saw another mother suckling her young. At least she had the decency to pull out a blanket and sit toward the back of the room...and no daddies within viewing. Breast feeding is a beautiful and natural thing....just have respect ladies that's all I'm saying!

Tomorrow we're meeting my sis-in-law and baby nephew to get Easter Bunny pics done. Hunt always does well and always has. I'm told I'm lucky. This past Christmas time when I took Hunt to see Santa he greeted him with a smile and told the jolly man hi. One of Santa's elf workers said that they were happy to have a kid like him and not a screaming crying one like most the others. Oh my little angel!!! See it's times like that that make me so proud. And thankful that I have not killed him yet! Then again he's still only 3. I have so many other opportunities to be stinking mad at him in the future I'm sure of it.

Oh yes and how competitive am I....this Friday we're having our KECPTA(mommy group) Easter party for the kids. And of course there will be an Easter egg hunt...it's gotten so bad that I have been drilling Hunt this week on how to get the most eggs. I've been coaching him on Easter egg hunting 101. We've been over how to find the egg, put the egg in our basket and run to another. I told him he has to be fast and see how many he can get. I can just see him now...they yell GO, Hunt lolly-gags around then sloooooowly walks to find an egg. He picks it up, inspects it and will then try to open it or eat it...all the while I'm over by the side-lines giving him play moves..."Honey put it in your basket, in your basket...hurry go find another, hurry...no don't eat it...Hunt, no don't eat it..." Then when he FINALLY listens to me all the eggs have been found and the only others he'll end up with will be the ones that have fallen out of other kids baskets or the ones that got stepped on. I know your thinking that egg hunting should be fun, and your right it should, but it's when you are young that you learn some of the most important lessons of life...like...things don't always get handed to you, sometimes you have to go out and search for them on your own...the world(egg) is yours for the taking(and it doesn't hurt if there is a reward involved even if it's only something sweet and sugary)...

a little song and dance...

Today we had our first(trial run) Mommy and Me Music class. The first session was free so I thought what the hay, might as well since no money was involved. Why not start the day with a pounding headache caused by children yelling and banging on instruments to add to the cramps and bloating! The music was a nice mix of B52s and nursery rhymes and the musical tools included maracas and tambourines. I was sure to have a good story to share with you about some kid or kids in the class misbehaving or something. Well it wasn't "some" kid, it was MY kid. He really wasn't horrible, just active. Oh and destructive! Not just my sweat angel, but his cute little 10 month old cousin as well. They both seemed to do a small bit of destroying the music teacher's property. I mentioned to my sis-in-law that these Harv boys were going to get kicked out of their 1st music class. And to be honest it wasn't as bad as you may think and wasn't even their fault. Everyone was dancing and waving around these plastic sticks with streamers. What a bright idea that was...to assume children, sticks and streamers would last through a whole song not to mention two. They weren't the best made gadgets either. But all our rug rats looked liked they had fun acting like little gymnast/dancers waving streamers, laughing and smiling. It was cute and comical at the same time. Had hubs been there he might have found it a little too "gay" to enjoy. Then again maybe he would have joined in...in a cold day in hell! God could you just see it...big ole hubs dancing around the room doing pirouettes, waving a sparkling streamer wand...add a tutu and you have yourself a combination comedy show and drag performance all in one...i'm almost laughing just typing this. I know hubs likes to dance, but i doubt he could fit into a pair of pink toe shoes and he just doesn't have enough hair for a bun. Maybe he could find a pair of those sleek male tights to slide over his hairy legs...nay...too much meat to be on display to everyone. Like over stuffing a sausage...and no I don't mean just the "ummmm hummm" area, I'm insinuating the entire bottom half of his bod. Baryshnikov has nothing to worry about. You know I love you hubs! Over-stuffing and all!! Honestly in my eyes hubs isn't that bad at all. Heck I'm about to catch up with you. I do WAY too much stuffing myself. Be concerned when I have to rummage through your cloths to find something to fit over my ham-hocks. Please if anyone notices me getting larger than my hubby just put me out of my misery! Shoot me or push me off a cliff(providing you can push two ton Bessy)!


next week...Pee Wee Picasso Art class...oh what messy fun...(gulp)! I think I'll be bringing him to class in nothing but a pull up to keep the clean up easy...you think I'll get any strange looks?

let the games begin...

Hope everyone had a good weekend. It was a pretty good one for us. We didn't do much, but all and all it was good. Friday was hubs' birthday. The old man turned 36. Wow how time flies. It's about time to turn him in for a younger version...kidding. I'll keep him I guess. I'm only a year behind him so I better keep my mouth shut. Anyway for his birthday I chose to get him a XBOX 360. He's been eyeing them for a while. They aren't cheep by any means. They have 3 versions, so I just decided to tell him Friday that we will go pick one out Saturday...I'm sure I would have gotten the wrong one, or didn't get the right cable to go with it or something. It's sometimes safer to do that. Unless you know as much about the systems as most of the unfemale genders do. Why is it that boys(this includes the grown up ones to) enjoy these games SO much? I mean sure I like to play some sometimes, but nothing like the usual male. We did get a rock band set that includes a guitar and drums that you play. I'm actually looking forward to playing this one. Even little Hunt knows about some of these games and system and he's only 3! Guys must be born with a special section of their brain tuned to loud, violently murderistic, killing, fighting, driving, racing...etc, etc, etc. Hunt keeps asking to play the "white game". I ask him what it does and he tells me..."it has music". I then ask him what do you do with it? He says..."you play the guitar(as he plays a air guitar) and the drums(as he plays the drums). The little toot knows what to do. His poor little drumming looks more like a good version of animal from the Muppet's playing. Wild arms swinging around and a crazy look on his face. My little Rock Star!!! To be honest though I do have a Nintendo DS. I have a few games that I play on it like Brain Age (1 and 2), Flash Focus and My French Coach. I want to be ready when hubs and I take our trip to France. Which could be any time...NOT! I'm sure it will be a trip I'll have to take with a friend. He says he's not interested in going to France. "Ou est la salle de bains?" And I'm not telling you what that stupid idiotic game Brain Age says that my current Brain age is. It's a big fat liar!!! Heck if it can help even a little part of my memory or pea brain it's worth it.
Sunday we took Hunt and Zoe to the park. It was a nice day to go. Zoe's surgery is healing nicely and she finished her meds today. We bought her a new harness and collar and I wanted to give them a try. I love to go to the park and especially love to go hiking! Weather like today's had me Jonesing to go hiking. We can't do too much since Hunt is still a little guy and wears braces. But we go one small ones when we can.
I reckon that's about all for this round of babbling. Sorry not very interesting...
This next week we have a music class and a Easter party with our mommies group. I'm sure we'll have a mishap or two in there, so stay tuned.

just Zoe...

Today our poor little Zoe went to the vet for some sterilization surgery(re:spayed). Since we brought her home she's done nothing but lay around and stay quiet. Which is sad to say REALLY nice. She's usually jumping, in your way, jumping, under your feet, jumping, oh and did I mention jumping. I swear she has to be half mountain goat. I feel so sorry for her. I kind of feel guilty for US deciding to take away her right at motherhood. Not that we wanted her to have pups...due mostly to the fact that they would all have stayed with us. I could not have gotten rid of any! The house would be over-run with little blue heeler puppies. And oh Lord, what a mess that would be. I love dogs, but I'm not keen to opening a kennel. One is enough for our happy little family right now. It's bad enough that when we take our little princess to the doggie park we get all kinds of advice. It's worse than having a freak'n child. People seem to think these days that they are the "Dog Whisperer"... Give me a break! Our turd hound is just fine. True she needs to learn some manners, but she's also still a puppy. We're trying. She's just stubborn...see fits in with our family perfectly. Anyway we hope she heals fine and gets back to her old jumping self. Ok maybe the healing fine part is true, but the jumping part...not so much...