Monday, September 21, 2009

Monday Movies!

Here are my two favorite Little Guys!! Aren't they cuties??



Saturday, September 19, 2009

With Help Like This


I really need more help.
Perhaps some helpful help.




Maybe by the time he's eighteen.
Then he'll run off and get married!!
(Then I'll have no sweet diversions from filling the dishwasher.)


Friday, September 18, 2009

Friday Foto


This week we have a special guest: Fluffy Love the Monarch. We got her as a caterpillar at the Minnesota State Fair and she just hatched from her chrysalis today. Now we'll release her into the crisp fall air and hope she makes it down to Mexico before the freeze comes! (We have seen other wild Monarchs here in the last few days, so I think she has a sporting chance.)

Thursday, September 17, 2009

What's Faster Than Flying?


To say that time flies is like saying that the sun's a little bit warm. Case in point: In one month this guy will be one year old.


How is that possible when he was just born last week???

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Beatrice Believes in Capital Punishment

I can usually find Little Bee playing with an assortment of fuzzy stuffed animals and don't usually pay much attention to it, but today as I was sitting on the couch with Obie I overheard a conversation she was having with her stuffed friends.

Evidently they were gathering around a campfire, which she represented with a small blue plate. She put each animal beside it and whispered to herself what it was doing. Things like "Freckles is going to make marshmallows" or "Sondra's baby kitty is sitting by the fire" or "Then all the Petshops came". She placed each of them around the fire and whispered them their duties or instructions. Then she took the giraffe and said, "You go ON the campfire!"


She had no idea I was listening in until I laughed out loud at her. She looked up inocently and gave me a big goofy grin. "Why does the giraffe have to go on the fire, Bee?" I asked.

"He's been naughty. He stole stuff and he gets a punishment," she told me.

"I'll bet he's sorry, though isn't he," I asked, hoping for a little good will towards this pilfering animal. "Shouldn't we forgive him?"

"Umm, no," came her reply. "He needs to get burnt."