New Section: Who's the Dummy?

My parent's cat, whom I'll call Charlie since that's his name, ate a bunch of dental floss. It is all knotted up in his intestines and he throws it up and poops it out. Nice long strings of it. Imagine that while you are laying in bed tonight. It is causing him a lot of gastric distress.

My mom paid $500 for this diagnosis. The doctor's advice was to feed the cat baby food(instead of floss?).

My dad caused this problem by throwing his used floss into the toilet where Charlie fished it out when drinking from the toilet.

Who is the dummy in this scenario?

a. My mom for paying $500.
b. My dad for throwing dental floss into the toilet.
c. Charlie for drinking out of the toilet.
d. All of the above.
e. Me for risking my inheritance by writing about this personal family matter in a public forum.

A Game of Guess Who

Guess who got summoned for jury duty the week before we leave for NY?


Guess who got a sassy new hair cut?


Guess who got naked, okay somewhat naked at Miller Park?


Guess who ate two corn dogs for dinner?


Guess who took most of these photos?

A Little Something For Now

Goldie calls jalapenos, Halloween-o's.

The other day George asked me "If you were parchment paper, what kind would you be?" I still don't have a good answer.

Milo mocks Clay when Clay puts on hand lotion. He smiles and rubs his hands together.

I'm convinced Clay is on a diet. I was noticing he was looking thin and I had to beg him to eat one of these.



Goldie bit Milo tonight and claimed George did it. But George was upstairs in the bath. Someone, could be anyone, wasn't telling the truth...

George and Goldie are obsessed with gum. My error.

Goldie told someone this weekend that she isn't cute, doesn't have curly hair and isn't a little lady. So there!

And my friend Debbie used to be a world famous ice skater.

You'll have to use your imagination as the picture has been removed at the request of the skater.

More later. I'm busy.

The Worst Mother's Day Ever

Now that it has officially been a week, I'm ready to talk about it.

The Worst Mother's Day Ever!

We woke up to George yelling, "Mommy and Daddy, I'm throwing up!" A few hours later Clay got sick and I got it later that night.

We ventured to Camano Island anyway where George and Clay slept and I played with Milo and Goldie. Milo ate a lot of sand and I ate a turkey dog, which tasted fine the first time, but was terrible when I got to revisit it on Monday morning. Sorry, was that too much information?

So, when we got to Camano Island my brother, Randy, was so sick his girlfriend had to take him to the emergency room. Something about an ulcer or gall stones or kidney stones or Rolling Stones... I don't know, to tell you the truth. He's fine now. I mean he's not sick anymore.

Anyway, this morning I wanted a re-do so we went out for DELICIOUS tacos at a place that shall remain nameless because I don't want the word to get out just yet. I need to keep it to myself for a few more weeks. Hint: They have queso on the menu!

The best part of the crappy mother's day was the beautiful Le Creuset dutch oven that Clay and the kiddos got me. I also loved my funny cards and sweet, sweet homemade gifts.

But other than that, man what a sucky Mother's Day!

George Swims!

This was taken this morning at the YMCA. Go George!

Poor Baby Number Three, AKA Milo

My new hero Courtney Novogratz, mom of seven, describes really well the sequence of neglect that occurs from first child to seventh. She said basically that when your first baby's pacifier falls on the ground you sterilize it. With the second baby you run it under hot water. With the third baby you rinse it in your mouth. The fourth baby you wrestle it away from the dog before putting it directly back in. And by the seventh child there is no binky.

Which leads me to poor Milo, number three.

Milo turned one last Friday. He didn't get a birthday party. I did, however, make him some delicious cake and cupcakes with personalized M&M's.

See the M for Milo?



And since Milo is now one he's allowed to eat Old School Custard right out of the carton.



I bought him some cool bamboo blocks and we went on a hike with the family after school in the woods near our house.



This hike made Clay and I think back about 15 years ago to when we "hiked" Mt. Si near North Bend. We got distracted by antique shops and the outlet mall and by the time we got to the trail head it was getting late, we were hungry and the "hike" ended four minutes after it began.

We are big into the outdoors.

The whole weekend was supposed to be about Milo but ended up being about us.

We had to attend the 826 Reading Center's annual dinner. We had to attend the Steven's elementary auction. We absolutely had to attend a Kentucky Derby party and thankfully did 'cause look who was there and happened to have complemented Milo on his seersucker suit!



Yes, that is Major Nelson. AKA: Larry Hagman and J.R. of "who shot" fame.



And I know what you are wondering. No, there is not going to be baby number four.

The Ultimate Chocolate Cake

Goldie and I baked a cake today for no reason. Numerous disasters occurred during the mixing, which apparently resulted in the best cake ever.

Proof One: email from friend Nancy.
"I am having a chocolate cake gasm. This is truly the best chocolate cake I have ever had. I can't stop eating it...... Damn you Robin."

Proof Two: from another cake expert.



More soon... I promise.