Pay it Forward.

Just a lil' reminder to do something kind for someone else today.

That is all. :)

9 month photo fail.

The pics I take of Anna every month are getting more and more entertaining. Now that she’s more mobile, getting her to sit still for longer than 2 seconds is a major feat. So, since 98% of the photos I take are “waste” photos, I figure why not post those as well? They capture her true personality, plus they’re hilariously funny – especially if I caption what she’s probably thinking while she’s doing whatever she’s doing. (Oh, and I’ll never give Anna a bath before photos again – please disregard the Crisco oil gloss on her face.)

And here we go…

'Til next month...

You’re so vain.

My child is so in love with herself.  She’s mastered the “one hand bottle hold” so she can free up her other hand.  While she’s downing her bottle, she holds up a mirror and lovingly looks at herself.  I would like to say I’m proud that she’s learning how to multi-task so early on, but methinks I have a vain child on my hands.

Kitteh needz homez.

My friends call me Noah Natalie and Dr. Doolittle.  There’s a reason for this.  All animals come to me.  Homeless and afraid?  Go find Natalie.  There must be some secret animal society out there with a list of the top 10 suckers who will take in any living, breathing creature if it needs help.  I’m #1 on the list.  My sister is #2. 

I don’t mind.  My husband, on the other hand, does mind.  You see, he loves me, but he does not love animals – at least not to the same degree that I love them. So, this causes problems. Anytime another animal sees the word “Sucker” written on my forehead, my husband gives me the “You’re not taking this animal in” look.  Being the wife I am, I disregard that look and take them in anyway.  I’m a feisty one.

But enough about me.

Here's the reason for this post.  Another kitten has found me, Noah Natalie, and he needs a good home.  A home where he will be loved and cherished for the rest of his life.  A kitten this cute deserves that, right?

His name is Cheeto. Or Boodan (Boudin - don't ask me why I named him after sausage). I'm still deciding which name fits him better. Cheebo is kinda cute - it's a good mix.

Here he is climbing up my leg.   

Here he is climbing my leg again.  He’s a leg man, I guess. 

Excuse the blurriness.  It’s not exactly easy to photograph an energetic kitten.

See what I mean?  Not easy! 

Anyway – Cheebo/Cheeto/Boodan is the sweetest, most loveable kitten I’ve ever fostered.  He will make a wonderful pet for a loving family.  I am willing to drive a reasonable distance to bring him to you if you’re interested.  Please just send me an e-mail and I'll get back to you as quickly as possible.

Please feel free to pass along this information to anyone you know who may be in the market for a new kitty. I appreciate your help (and so does Cheebo/Cheeto/Boodan). :)

Pictures a plenty.

Mark this down for lamest post title ever. I couldn’t think of anything witty or delicious for the post title.  Whatev, you still love me. 

Enjoy the pics, k?

To start this shindig, here are some photos from the 4th of July.  Notice how patriotic I am in my brown shirt.  Side eye to Natalie.

Anna, me, my sister Nicolle

Anna thinks she’s too cool for school.  Notice the random paper plate in her hand.

It’s looks like these that convince me we’re going to have to keep the baseball bats well stocked once the boys start coming around.  She’s already making flirt eyes.  Oy!

Anna with Uncle Trout (Trent)

My lovely parents (Paw Paw Jeff and Mimi)

Anna wanted to touch Paw Paw’s beard.  She’s obsessed.  Mimi just laughs.  Paw Paw grins and bears it.

Oh boy!  Presents!

 

I don’t care about presents, mom.  The ribbon and tags will suffice.  Oh, and I love having pretend hair like this.  Now I look like my BFF Kadence!

The onesie, a gift from my grandparents, says, “If I could get into the Marines, I’d quit daycare.”  My grandfather is a lifer in the Marines.  Oohrah! 

This onesie says “Future Grunt” and the red one on Anna’s leg says “Marine Breed.”  Sooo cute!  I love, love, love them!  Anna is too focused on the paper to really enjoy the moment.

Odd family photo.  Joe looks startled.  I am tipping over and Anna is looking away from the camera.  This is how most of our family photos turn out which is why I hardly ever post any of them on here. 

Daddy’s Little Fire Cracker.  Joe bought this shirt for her.  I bought the shoes.

Bath time with dad.

Here are some random photos of Anna’s bath time with dad.

Dad getting Anna’s arms stuck in her onesie.  She was not amused.

Little Joe.  Big Joe.

I spy baby crack.

Anna loves her bath toys. 

Anna also loves it when daddy puts her diaper on backwards.  Diaper - 1.  Daddy - 0.

Summer fun with watermelon!

What summer would be complete without a sampling of watermelon?

Thank God for mesh feeders.  And bibs.  And warm enough temps to allow babies to be topless during the summer.  And vinyl high chair covers.  What a MESS!

That's all for now, folks. Please come back soon!