I’ve said it before in a recent post, and I’ll say it again, as many times as it hits me: time flies and there isn’t enough of it in a single day.
G-Monkey and SoozDog making the V-Day cupcakes last week.
Tonight I was reading to G-Monkey before bed time, one of the books that we read was Dr. Suess’s A B C and as we got to Z, it’s pretty darn big on the final page, so I traced it, making a “shoo-shoo-shoo” sound a few times. I guess it was kinda like Zorro, but I’m not going to explain Zorro just yet. G-Monkey did the same tracing with her finger saying “Z, shoo-shoo-shoo”. I love these moments. I played with her and T-Rex all day, reaffirming my status in the family as FunDaddy, keeping both the little ones occupied this evening while Mommy made Trader’s Joe’s products into Turkey Taco fixings.
T-Rex is coming for you ... and your camera.
T-Rex is going on 9 months soon and she is getting pretty good with the standing. She almost, almost did something that could technically be called a step, but maybe it’s reaching a bit to do so. She was standing holding herself up with the coffee table and she turned and leaned a bit toward the couch, let herself go from the table and reached over and started holding herself up with the couch cushion. Okay, so none of the descriptive action there involved a step, but BigDaddy was impressed. She’s going to be running around the house with G-Monkey in no time. T-Rex is a speedcrawler too. I found her at Pup’s bowl this morning, with dog food in mouth of course. I guess both of my girls have to eat some dog food at some point.
Speaking of which …
Pup is doing much much much better. Sadly, our plans yesterday and the rain today precluded me from taking her for her normal weekend park activities. The rain stopped the family from our bike excursion too, so I’m sure she understands. Or not. She’s currently, and very audibly I might add, snoring on her bed in the living room. I’m going to try and get a run in in the morning, and if I do and it’s not raining she will come along too. The hair in her shaved area on her side is starting to some back, so it looks like a brash cut more than the clean shave it had been looking like. I called it “hair,” and it is, but when I’m writing about a dog am I required to refer to her hair as “fur”? No, that can’t be. I have a friend who doesn’t like the all of the “dog hair” (and, really, there isn’t much at all) that he finds in my car, and that sounds right. He’s never complaining about the “dog fur.” Though that wouldn’t sound bad either.