Def 1: a baby, sitting
Def 2: sitting, with a baby
Def 3: to take care of or watch over someone
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Baby Sit
baby-sit [ba.by-sit]
Def 1: a baby, sitting
Def 2: sitting, with a baby
Def 3: to take care of or watch over someone
Def 1: a baby, sitting
Def 2: sitting, with a baby
Def 3: to take care of or watch over someone
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Paws
Togo and Gamby is helping Mommy
send out a very special message
to Daddy :
send out a very special message
to Daddy :
Happy 5th year first-date-anniversary.
xoxo
xoxo
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Beg
How to Beg Effectively : A Visual Lesson By Tagar
Step 1: Get up close to your victim. Invade her personal space.
Step 2 : Get closer, and closer, and closer. Think 'in your face'.
Step 3 : Get a back-up, preferably one as cute as you.
Step 4 : Make tandem cute faces with your backup.
Step 5 : If all else fails, CRY!
Step 1: Get up close to your victim. Invade her personal space.
Step 2 : Get closer, and closer, and closer. Think 'in your face'.
Step 3 : Get a back-up, preferably one as cute as you.
Step 4 : Make tandem cute faces with your backup.
Step 5 : If all else fails, CRY!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Fickle
When I was waddling around with the little one in my tummy months ago, we were constantly peppered with 'kindly' advice. We should put the dogs out when the baby comes, not good for the baby, etc etc.
We smiled and nodded, which was a lot easier than going into a spiel about how the dogs were my only consolation all that time ago when Daddy worked away, how they kept me company and consoled me with their boundless love (and idiotic tendencies) and how they kept us sane throughout.
We nodded at everyone and anyone with the same advice over and over again, which came up to roughly a gazillion nods.
Our plan was wait and see when the baby comes. If he had negative medical reaction to the tyrants and all their fur, then we would have to put them out or at least separate them. Thankfully he did not.
Recently we attended a few gatherings, and more than one person remarked upon how friendly and un-fussy the little one is. "Must be result of growing up with dogs", they ooh-ed and aah-ed and coo-ed.
I smiled at that, when actually I so very badly wanted to smirk.
Fickle people!
We smiled and nodded, which was a lot easier than going into a spiel about how the dogs were my only consolation all that time ago when Daddy worked away, how they kept me company and consoled me with their boundless love (and idiotic tendencies) and how they kept us sane throughout.
We nodded at everyone and anyone with the same advice over and over again, which came up to roughly a gazillion nods.
Our plan was wait and see when the baby comes. If he had negative medical reaction to the tyrants and all their fur, then we would have to put them out or at least separate them. Thankfully he did not.
Recently we attended a few gatherings, and more than one person remarked upon how friendly and un-fussy the little one is. "Must be result of growing up with dogs", they ooh-ed and aah-ed and coo-ed.
I smiled at that, when actually I so very badly wanted to smirk.
Fickle people!
Monday, March 15, 2010
GiveADogABone
I haven't seen the furries for a week!
Usually they're tailing me up and down stairs and everywhere, occasionally going off to chew / hide / fight over some rawhide bones. Then last week I (finally) bought them some real bones - a whole beef bone hind leg, cut to a few thick chunks. And suddenly I felt like I lost my kids. I haven't seen them around much since!
Tagar especially seems obsessed with the bones. We don't let them chew inside the house, we lock all the bones behind. So EVERY morning since, Tagar nudges us awake, runs to the back and scratches the door to be let out. Where previously she'll scream her head off if we leave her behind for even a minute, suddenly she sits outside for hours, gnawing away.
I hope we get our kids back soon.
What a big mouth you have, Togo.
What a big mouth you have, Tagar.
What a big.. uh, .. tongue you have, Gamby.
Usually they're tailing me up and down stairs and everywhere, occasionally going off to chew / hide / fight over some rawhide bones. Then last week I (finally) bought them some real bones - a whole beef bone hind leg, cut to a few thick chunks. And suddenly I felt like I lost my kids. I haven't seen them around much since!
Tagar especially seems obsessed with the bones. We don't let them chew inside the house, we lock all the bones behind. So EVERY morning since, Tagar nudges us awake, runs to the back and scratches the door to be let out. Where previously she'll scream her head off if we leave her behind for even a minute, suddenly she sits outside for hours, gnawing away.
I hope we get our kids back soon.
What a big mouth you have, Togo.
What a big mouth you have, Tagar.
What a big.. uh, .. tongue you have, Gamby.
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