Big Brother

I should get Aika an extra bone for putting up with Eva’s torture but she’d just steal it from him.  My favorite part of this clip is when it looks like he considers escaping, but realizes it’s futile and accepts his fate.

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I sure love this dog.

I’m So Glad When

Daddy comes home!



He’s the favorite person in the room when he arrives.



And rightly so.



He's the only one willing to roll around on the floor with two droolers. 

Public Library

I love living in Oregon immensely.  However, coming from a rural town to a sprawling metropolis can be a bit of a shock.  Sometimes I discover things about my new home that make me want to shout, “Are you kidding me?!”

I took Eva to story time at the library.  It was our first excursion there.  The library is close to downtown sandwiched between two busy roads so I wasn’t sure where to park.  I followed the signs toward the “Library Parkade” and was surprised to see every parking spot had a meter.  I figured it must just be the first level so I drove around and around and around again.  All of the spots have meters.  Meters that require money.  Real money.  Let me get this straight:

I have to pay for parking at the public library?  The library that I already pay taxes to support?  The library that is supposed to be a community service?  That library?

That’s the one.

75¢ per hour to park at our local library.  My coin purse was mostly full of pennies but luckily I managed to scrounge up enough change to last through story time.  I was indignant about it but fed the meter it’s extravagant snack anyway.  Paying for parking at the library.  Who ever heard of such a thing?  When the library was being remodeled in Idaho Falls, they provided golf carts so people wouldn’t have to walk an extra hundred feet around the building to the front entrance.  Free rides and free parking.  That’s a real library.
     
It’s a shame Eva had so much fun at story time.  Now I’ve got to budget for an extra 75¢ per week to visit the library. 
























There goes my candy bar fund.  All so my child can learn to read good.

Really?

When you hear your own voice played back do you have a hard time believing that’s what you really sound like?  Do you ever look at a picture of yourself and have a hard time believing that’s what you really look like?  I had this exact experience a few days ago with a picture Myke took.

Do I really have that many wrinkles around my eyes?

Are my teeth really that crooked?

Is my kitchen really that messy?

The answer to each of these questions is a resounding, “YES!”

It’s totally fine that I am a wrinkled, Austin-Powers-toothed slob.  At least my baby is adorable.

Showdown

I stumbled upon Aika and Eva engaged in what appeared to be a very serious staring contest.

Eyeing the competition

Increasing the intensity

And…Eva loses.

Rather sorely, I might add.

Productivity

I went for a 3 mile run and made muffins for Myke’s office all before 8 am.

That’s enough effort for one day.  I don’t think I’ll worry about the laundry that needs to be put away, the fact that Eva’s dresser drawers are out of the dresser and on the kitchen floor, the vacuuming, or the scuzzy bathroom. 

Let’s not get crazy with the productivity.  People might start expecting too much from me.

New Toy

Papa has an exciting new toy to give away. 

Both of our children thinks it’s going to be his or hers.

Too bad one of them was wrong and was told to leave.

Sorry, canine child.