New Haircut

Squeaker got her second haircut this week. It went much better than the first one. No tears this time at least in her part. The daddy person is a little sad, because we've blown right through baby to toddler and working hard at becoming a big girl. Squeaker an I went to the farm this week so she could 'play outside' and see the animals. We saw lots of cows, some fish, 'neigh neighs', a wild 'hopa', and some sheep. All of these animals were ones she'd seen before, but she sheep proved to be the most interesting.

Squeaker's grandmother aranged for the viewing at a nearby farm. I didn't get any pictures because she wouldn't let go of me. Sheep, of at least these sheep made her very nervous. When the biggest of ewe went baa it scared her so badly that she shook. They were Yankee sheep.
Sentence of the Week

"Big fish daddy hands down water." While we are at the farm, I caught a decent sized bass and it jumped out of my hands before she could touch it. Have a good week.

Bye Bye Diapers...

Well that might be a stretch, but we made a few small steps away from diapers. Squeaker has used the potty by herself a few times this week. I have photographic evidence of her success, but the executive committee suggested that we would be believed even if I didn't produce the results. We will keep you posted on how things are going. Squeaker is enough of a scientist that the novelty of seeing what she has done enough of a reward at the moment. Squeaker is pointing at rainbows while out of town for the weekend.

Sentence of the Week: Cows purple cows? See cows. Black cows. Brown cows. No purple cows.

New Feature: Sentence of the Week

I am going to add a new feature to the blog, the sentence of the week. Our inaugural sentence is not one, but three sentences for the price of one , "Madison play baby hopa. Daddy play baby hopa. Baby play baby hopa?" In case you've forgotten "hopa" is squeakerspeak for rabbit. For those of you who don't know, Madison is one of our cats. These sentences paint a pretty good picture of what happened at our house Thursday evening. Our cats decided to 'invite' a baby hopa into the house, where Squeaker and I were putting her toys away for the night. The Daddy person grabbed some gloves and picked up the hopa to escort it outside. In what was not his finest hour, he decided to show Squeaker that it was a real hopa. While I can say happily that the hopa survived that trip into the house, it's survival instincts told it that sitting motionless by the front steps would be a good way to avoid further run-ins with our cats. So, Squeaker did not get to play with the baby hopa.

I have the video I promised, but I am having trouble getting it uploaded. I will see if I can get it to work in the morning...