Daphne and Scooby

Halloween arrives at our house earlier and earlier each year.

New Tile

Check out the new tile. And the dirty worker men. Grandpa LaLa has been here less than 48 hours and look what he's done. Yay!

If you lived with us

This is what you would have eaten today.


Fresh corn from OUR garden.


Fresh plums from the neighbor's yard.


Homemade Split Pea Soup.


Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Peanut Butter cookies



And Fred, of Scooby Doo fame. Made in China.

Clay's Clone

Clay went to a concert last weekend and his friend, who happened to be performing, saw this guy from the stage and thought it was Clay. Oh how wrong he was. (By the way, Clay's the one on the left.)

I think Clay looks more like this guy.



I guess we see our spouses differently than others see them.

You complete me Hugh Grant... I mean, Clay.

We've made your list, LaLa!

Guess who is coming to visit on Tuesday? Grandpa LaLa!

He's not allowed to leave until he finishes a few tasks. See below:

"Spits Up a Lot. Not Bothered by it."

Our newest piece of art.


Dinner for 14. All of them related to me. One of them not so bright. I don't want to mention names but the one with glasses on his head sent my nephew to school with a slice of pizza in a Thermos bottle. The nephew was expecting a refreshing beverage and had to borrow tweezers from the school nurse to pry his lunch out of a cylinder.


Wad 'o' money George and Clay found on their walk. (Undisclosed amount, more than 50 smackers.)



Milo's 4 month check up yesterday. Our favorite nurse, who George calls Nurse Viola!, gave Milo four inoculations. The little guys was so brave.


While our doctor is off "vacationing" in Africa we have a substitute doctor. Her notes about Milo were as follows. "Spits up a lot, not bothered by it. Happy baby."

Famolare! Get there.

Remember these super cool shoes from the 70's? I saw an old guy wearing them downtown today and actually approached him to let him know how fabulous his shoes were. (He responded with a blank stare and then a faint smile.)

I'm ready for the Famolare comeback!

Clay doesn't have any recollection of these shoes. Apparently they didn't sell them at The Squire Shop in Vancouver, WA.