A few more,

Here are a few more pictures, of Papa Pat and Nana Sue's visit, the zoo and then Judah, the big boy that he is, playing with Truman.

Mean as Heck

Okay, another post real quick while everyone is content. So we've been trying to introduce and have B make friends with my Mom's Meanie Weenie, Emmitt. Emmitt, as Mil will tell you, is Mean as Heck. Not that Emmitt isn't cute and cuddly, but he has an evil streak and he absolutely hates Boris. But he actually did pretty good with B outside at my Mom's house (B isn't allowed inside) when the kids were playing in their truck. Which, by the way Truman ADORES. I had a tough time getting a good picture of him and Mil in the truck, because he wanted to throw down each time the truck slowed down.

Naughty Prime Time

I know, I know. You all want to see and read about the kids right? I mean really, to be fair, Boris has taken over the blog. But maybe you don't understand just how much I (okay, we all) love that big ball of furry squish.

There will be pictures and updates on the kids, don't worry.

Mil has been way too much fun lately, she's been making up some of the most fun songs, like here are the lyrics from her latest,

You gotta Rock and Roll on the team
You gotta Rock and Roll on the team

You gotta do whatever I say to do

You gotta Rock and Roll on the team


That girl, you should see her preform this, the melody alone is out of this world. Obviously she didn't get any of her musical talent from Mike.

Milly has been such a help with T and the dog, she's been patient for the most part while Truman is going through his current, er, difficulty with sharing phase. Truman is the cutest little man, he's really coming into his own. I can already tell he's going to have a great sense of humor (inherited from me not Mike, of course). A few weeks back when I fractured my ankle and was hobbling around, T took to imitating me with an exaggerated stomp walk around the house, laughing the whole time of course. And boy does Truman have a temper, insane. He throws down on the floor whenever we tell him no, it's very dramatic.

And I know everyone is dying to know about Boris, right? We finally got him a bigger crate, and he LOVES it. Actually he is in his crate right now (of his own free will, the door is wide open), allowing me to write this quick blog.