A rather rambling collection of photos from the last couple weeks...
"PLEASE throw my toy? PLEASE!?"
"How 'bout if I close my eyes? I won't peek! Promise!"
And then the control freak herderbrain photobombed. And Da Cheese streeeeetched (Kim's actually the taller of the two at the shoulder) so she wouldn't lose sight of her toy.
Kim says. "Wut? Oh were you two doing something? Without me? I had NO idea..."
Cookie is a hilarious and geeky adolescent these days. You can't see it in the grass, but she's standing over the tennis ball and apparently feeling 10 feet tall. Bratty little pastry.
Where's Webster, you wonder? Zooming off to eat pears from the dratted Bradford pear tree, of course.
Cheese!
Kim is still a mighty mouse hunter, and is fluffed out in her ridiculously plush winter coat.
"I heard a rustle!"
Pounce!
Mira says the mouse got away but that's okay because she is pretty sure there is a tennis ball in my pocket. And she would like to have it. Now.
And then we slew the Bradford Pear. All hail the tree-slayer.
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"PLEASE throw my toy? PLEASE!?"
"How 'bout if I close my eyes? I won't peek! Promise!"
And then the control freak herderbrain photobombed. And Da Cheese streeeeetched (Kim's actually the taller of the two at the shoulder) so she wouldn't lose sight of her toy.
Kim says. "Wut? Oh were you two doing something? Without me? I had NO idea..."
Cookie is a hilarious and geeky adolescent these days. You can't see it in the grass, but she's standing over the tennis ball and apparently feeling 10 feet tall. Bratty little pastry.
Where's Webster, you wonder? Zooming off to eat pears from the dratted Bradford pear tree, of course.
Cheese!
Kim is still a mighty mouse hunter, and is fluffed out in her ridiculously plush winter coat.
"I heard a rustle!"
Pounce!
Mira says the mouse got away but that's okay because she is pretty sure there is a tennis ball in my pocket. And she would like to have it. Now.
And then we slew the Bradford Pear. All hail the tree-slayer.
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