Mommy meltdown

This morning I had a mommy meltdown. To be honest, it started as a mommy meltdown and ended in some laughter (and disgust. Oh please, read on).

I was just about ready to head out the door to work (for Ted, so it was a bit after 3 AM). Keller had been outside and gotten stuck, so I went out, untangled her, brought her in, and raced upstairs to finish getting ready. Keller wandered into the bedroom and then the bathroom, where I was, and began sniffing all over the floor. Not quite sure what she was up to, I thought it was weird. Walked into the bedroom and I could have sworn there was an intruder in the house - the bed sheets were stripped off the bed, which neither me nor Keller had done.

Or - had she? As I peered closer at the bed, stripped down to the flat sheet, there were near perfectly placed brown prints scattered about it. Still confused, but with the blocks falling in to place, while simultaneously trying to deny what I thought it was, I leaned over to smell it.

Poop paw prints. All. Over. The. Bead.

BARF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, and it gets better. Poop paw prints in the carpet hallway, up the stairs, in the living room, in the kitchen, and still on Keller's foot. No wonder she was giving me the "Ididn'tdoitImeanI'msorryImeandon'tbemadatme" cowering look.

So why was I late for work today? I had to Shout all the sheets and pillowcases on the bed, load up the laundry, run around and spray down all the carpet stains to clean later, wipe up the floor, and attend to Keller's rascal back paw, yup, gooped in fresh poop. And before I ran out the door, I kissed Keller on the head goodbye, hugging her and reassuring her that it was OK and I was not mad. Then I stifled a giggle as I drove off to work, still completely disgusted, wanting to take a shower very badly, and also reassured that yes, I am not ready for kids.

Ornaments: 0, Keller: 1

A few pictures of Keller as of late (left to right starting at the top)
1) Too much holiday partying

2) "What do you mean I have no more gifts to open?"

3) Annoyed that all we are doing is baking these days

4) Too much fun opening presents

5) Keller's gift from Uncle Chat & Aunt Vicki

Keller sends her holiday love!

Ruined ornament count: 1
Ruined stuffed animals around the Christmas tree count: 3
Ruined stocking count: 1 (and it was hers).

o Tannenbaum!

We got our tree on Sunday! We went to Enzenauer Evergreens in Kenyon. It was small farm with not the widest selection, but we did end up getting a white pine. Keller picked it out. Here she is with the sign by the entrance. LOL.

Keller is with Dave this week in the cities...or actually...with Ann, since Dave works. It's kind of lonely here without her...she's such a furball of love and a great snuggle buddy on these really cold nights.

Summer's over

Keller found out yesterday that summer is over when she went after her favorite goose pond and found herself breaking through ice.

And then she rolled in some poop to commemorate the occasion.

Hot dog!

Keller was pretty good for us, according to Randy's report, while we were away in Florida for 5 days (he also mentioned her keen 6th sense of spotting squirrels 100s of yards away...how she loves little boy underwear...and is apparently afraid of triplets).

Thanks to the Brocks and Duncan for wearing her out (yippee!), Keller was quiet yesterday and slept with me through the afternoon, evening, and night, no complaining from her. I had gone into work but came home, since I had been on the verge of barfing since early in the morning. I could not, for the life of me, find a comfortable position to curl up in, I was in that much pain. I blame either something I ate or my cute darling Jack, who puked...how many times in Florida...but who can turn down his octopus kisses?????

Anyway, since I still didn't feel well today (but food is appealing today), Keller didn't get out again. To thank her for being so good, we went to PetCo inbetween "The Middle" and "Modern Family" (my shows on Wednesday night). We got some treats, some bones, and her Halloween costume for the next 10 years. There's nothing funnier than a dog in a hot dog costume.

But I don't want to leave.

Keller's facial expressions don't need words to describe them. This morning her sad, half-perked ears said it all: "But I don't want to leave........"
Much like Keller, I wish camping would last forever. We had such a great time with the Brocks when they joined us at Great River Bluffs State Park Saturday night-Sunday morning. The weather was perfect, the trees were just about peaking, and the company was excellent. Camping is great even when illness strikes - Keller picked up her fair share of ticks (12? 15?), one that bit her being a deer tick. I got sick Saturday, Owen was ill, and the rest remained unharmed. It doesn't matter. What matters is that we had a terrific time and we look forward to another adventure with them again (Keller and Duncan would have to agree). Keller had so much fun she wanted to go home with Duncan, instead.

Time to play Mouse Trap

Apparently we have a mouse in the house. Or, we had one. Apparently Keller found one upstairs in the guest bedroom. When Dave found it, it was a goner.

Gross.

Gosh, I hope that's all.

Teaching Keller new tricks

Here's Keller doing one of the things she does best - chasing smells in the field behind our house. Her and Pete also had some snuggle time at Adam's a month back.

I'm sorry for the lackluster posts as of late. I've had to re-shift priorities with starting up school again, working full time, and Dave still being gone a lot (funny enough, my priority shifting never seems to maintain hold for long).

But I have adjusted to sitting in the late evening and doing homework. Keller, at first, was probably thinking "What are you doing?????", but she will adjust, and is. The shorter daylight in the evening is helping us both adjust to more inside quiet time in the evening. But I still need to wear her out as much as possible when I get home from work so she's not a squirrely mess for the next couple of hours (meaning I can read and concentrate). Normally, she ends up on the couch next to me or in Dave's chair, happily sighing (another thing she does well). :)

I am working on teaching Keller how to shake her tail feather. That means, shake her tail. You know that rap song? Yeah. I thought it would be really funny. She's good with sit, stay, come, shake; we're working on heel, she's quasi on Fetch, will do DOWN and OFF when forced, and looooooooooves the stretch command. The stretch one is by far the funniest. I'm trying to teach her "Tail feather!" now. She's not a fan of rolling over.

What other tricks would be good? I would like to teach her how to do my homework, or fold the laundry. Maybe feed herself. Maybe use utinsels. Maybe how to turn on the lights. But she definitely knows when it's bed time, and she always finds the right spot to curl up nearly on top of me.

Our camping dog

This is my favorite pic of Keller from our four-day trip to Willow River State Park. Keller spent Thursday, Friday, and Saturday morning with us until we dropped her off at Nonnie and G'pa's for the rest of the weekend so we could go to our wedding. Unfortunately, this wasn't the Boundary Waters and Keller couldn't roam free this trip. But she still had a great time, and had SUCH a good time that she brought back four ticks, three of which I found this morning.

Hugs from Keller

Keller has missed Dave with him being gone (we both have). Here's Dave comforting her that he'll be home again. Actually, he was proving he still loved her even though he had to clean out her painful gooky ear.

Keller pup was back at the vet last week because we thought she had an ear infection. Whenever I rubbed her right ear (she always has problems with that ear), there was a sloshing liquid sound. And she was increasingly shaking her head and scratching her ear. So I called, and they suggested bringing her in.

Sorry, pups. Just more of that nasty yeast stuff building up in her ear again. It's the gross brown/black gook that smells nasty, and we try to do a good job of keeping her ears cleaned, but it just can't be fully beat, I suppose. So we got some more goop for her ears and off we went. Keller loves and hates the vet at the same time. Correction: she enjoys seeing everyone, but doesn't like having her ears poked at and cried quite a bit (well, I'm sure it hurt, too!).

She has had fun lately with Santi, Ann & Ella, swimming, chasing birds, and sleeping in bed with me, keeping me company. She's just as confused as me with the schedule I've been working as of late.

Keller's mad canoeing skills

This is merely ironic since my last pictures in my last post were of canoeing. But I found this tonight searching for pictures to submit for the Minnesota 2012 WeatherGuide calendar. This is where Keller got her canoe start...and her mad canoeing skills...when she was barely three months old at Chester Park. What a baby!

Canoe on, yo!

Have I ever mentioned that Keller has mad canoeing skills? Well, she likes to scoot from side to side, to get the best view. I think she feels like she's going to miss something, otherwise. So all of her 48 pounds forces us to balance the boat pretty quickly, lest we risk tipping. But she is a great companion in the canoe, and also likes her swims. 'Cause who doesn't?

Here are two from our canoe trip on Zumbro Lake last Sunday, which, we'll never canoe on probably ever again (confounded ignorant speed boats and their ignorant wave makers!)

Stuff to laugh at

Keller just makes me laugh. Here she is with Santi, her partner in crime, as the "Welcoming" and "Goodbyeing" committee, when I dropped her off at Seth and Sarah's on Thursday.

The latter picture is of her hogging the bed at 5:30 in the morning. Observe the wonky sleeping position...whatever floats your boat, Keller. We didn't want her on the bed since we got our new, nice wedding-gift bedding, but I get lonely when Dave is gone. Actually, she usually goes to bed on her own bed, and 6/10 times I happen to find her stretched out next to me in the middle of the night. Then when I get up to use the restroom, I come back and find her parked right on my pillow. At least she keeps it warm....

Our plan for Sunday is to do some AM cooking in the kitchen. I have plucked 3 dozen cherry tomatoes, a few plum tomatoes, some early girl tomatoes, about 5 eggplants, various peppers, and my herb garden has exploded (I have 3 big herb gardens, so this is saying that I should go into business). Anyway, I have a yummy veggie lasagna planned. Keller helped me make curried tofu and vegan tacos last week. What a good sous-chef!

Here's the mail it never fails...it makes me want to wag my tail...

We got our wedding pictures today from Gina. I am blown away by them. So is Keller. Well, she would be. She's too busy wrestling with Santi right now. Hey, guys!!!! It's midnight!!!

Anyway...link to all 600 of them to come....

Berry pickers

Here's Keller the berry-picking dog. See the smudge of blackcaps across her chin? Just kidding. Oh, that was actually the poop she rolled in yesterday. Some of the most horrific smells in the world.

We are going to have Santi over tonight for the weekend. Looking forward to it, and Keller would be too, if she understood.

Dog Park Dog

After Keller and Dave rooted me on at the ice cream eating contest tonight, and after I shoved my face full of calorie & sugar-stuffed ice cream, Dave thought it was Keller, not me, that needed to rid herself of energy. So they went to to the dog park and it was a beautiful night out. Here's our happy puppy. Happy because she chewed up my Chacos today.

Playtime

Keller and Duncan had a play date today. I love Duncan. Such a sweetie.

Keller as flower girl

Keller as one of our flower girls, escorted down the aisle by Adam and Pete, two of our ushers.

Our wedding kicked butt.

Keller is staying with Santi while we are in Costa Rica. She's been between the Brocks', the Childers' and the Tegtmeiers' over the past couple of days. I think she'll be soooo happy and exhausted!!!

Keller on the webcam

Keller is in the cities with Dave. Since she misses me, we stuck her on webcam. She was genuinely confused and probably couldn't figure out where I was. See for yourself! Yes, we're nerds.

All wrapped up

I finally bought ribbon for Keller's bow for the wedding. It's a nice sage color. Keller didn't like it at first, but like everything else that ends up there (collar, bear bell, bows), she gets used to it. Pretty puppy!!!!!!

P.S. That's not how it'll actually look...It'll be bigger.

Steph down...I repeat...Steph down

I didn't fall until an hour into our morning run/walk - and I was standing in our own driveway. Don't they say, most accidents happen close to home? The dog down the street was (for whatever reason) in our yard and Keller went bizerk. Then she took off after the neighbors three doors down. Keller is much stronger when push comes to shove (heh), and I went down. Scraped up the knee and hand and I thought I broke my pinkie, but I didn't (thankfully), but my entire left arm aches, similar to the time I biffed it running the mile in high school (fell over a hurdle...and never finished that mile...and ended up in a sling for a week). Nothing some ibuprofin and bandaids can't fix. The pride's a little damaged.

I actually didn't think about my chin, or teeth, or face, but I did think about the ring since that's the hand I fell on. Vain much?

Time to be put in my place. I'm fine - just mad. Three weeks until the wedding - I cannot have anything happen and have to be better about my clutziness! Keller knows I'm mad too - she went and gave me the "I think I've done something bad" look from the living room. I've been more concerned injuring myself while biking or rollerblading or during more high impact stuff that I never even considered how badly I could injure myself in the next few weeks while standing in my own driveway. Standing in my own driveway!!! #FAIL

(P.S. You may be wondering how the heck I fell over a hurdle running the mile in high school. Well, I'm glad you asked. It was during gym class, and the edge of a hurdle was sticking out into the track about 10 feet from the finish line. My foot caught it and I rolled. Funny nowadays...and such a me thing to do. By the way, I hated running then.)

T-minus one month!

One month to go!!!!! Headed to MSP to pick up Dave and then we're on the road to Neenah for my bridal shower tomorrow. Wooo!!!

Post bachelorette party

My sister is here - she surprised me yesterday by showing up for the bachelorette party!!! Tonight we styled her hair for the wedding and Keller sat and watched the whole time (aside from sleeping for a little of it). Keller approves. Actually, I think she felt threatened by the curling iron, thinking she was next.

Keller was very good for the party - I apparently missed this during the night, but I heard she enjoyed two rounds of licking goat cheese off Erin W's fingers.

Chickens + Keller = spooked

Our friend Bob has a friend who has Urban Chickens. He lives in MPLS and has chickens in his back yard. I hadn't seen this around here (meaning, Rochester) until the other day.

Keller and I are were out on a jaunt on the trail that goes up the hill on 50th Ave NW and then after about 1/5 of a mile on 65th ST NW, goes back down the hill, through a nice residential neighborhood. By the way (tangent): it's one of my favorite trails in town because on the east side it's houses, but on the west side of the trail, it's all open, rolling fields. Dave first discovered it last year and Keller loves it - he'd usually come home and take Keller "up the hill" to run off some energy. In the winter, it was a double workout, because you'd have to punch through snow up to your knees to move up there. There's a small mountain that Dave nicknamed "The Ant Hill" that Keller likes to run up and you can look over the city from. It's pretty cool.

Anyway, we usually let her off her leash and let her go hog wild on that trail, so that's what I did as usual the other day. Keller runs up to this one house's small looking shed that backs up right to the trail, sniffs around it, and all of a sudden, MAJOR MOHAWK and LUNGE backwards. The mohawk gets bigger and she advances, in trepidation, back toward the shed. More scuttling backwards. Just when I think the mohawk can't get any bigger, it does. Here to find out, the small shed is a chicken coup, and there's about a dozen chickens inside clucking around. Keller is freaked. I nearly died laughing. It reminded me of the movie "Homeward Bound" where the dog Chance or whatever his name was finds the porcupine or something, or skunk. Just hilarious.

Yesterday we went out for a run, post Hoff canceling our run due to allergies. Keller had been lagging most of it, tired from a play date with Santi the day before. We were about 3 miles into it and I wasn't quite sure how much further she'd go, but I pushed her a little more up the hill to go home. On 50th Ave, I see Dave's car go by, and he waves. I say to Keller, "Where's dad? Is that daddy?" and those magical words never fail. She perked right up and bolted the rest of the way home.

Never fail to get a laugh out of Keller's crazy antics. :)

Keller's counting...6 weeks

Keller has 6 weeks to learn NOT to jump up on me on my wedding day. She also has 6 weeks to learn that ducks/birds/squirrels in the near vicinity/Mississippi River are NOT to be chased after.

I giggle out of sorry-ness (yes, I just made up that word) for the person/people that wind/s up taking her to dog park on the morning of our wedding. They'll spend 5 hours trying to tire her out. :)

Scouting for ducks

Keller is a bird dog. Unfortunately or fortunately. Keller and I sat and watched the ducks in the backyard this morning. She didn't even whine or whimper or try to go through the window. Just sat there in her prairie dog position and watched intently.

She hasn't been feeling well the past couple of days, mainly throwing up in the morning. Yesterday and today she did right after eating the grass by the base of the pine tree out back. I know she's throwing up the grass because that's all she's throwing up. We're also still having problems with her right ear and she's still shaking her head alot. Aside from cleaning it every day and I started the drops up again, I don't know what else to do. Sorry, pups. We're still a month out from her yearly check up.

We are going to stay away from the north dog park again today, however. She loves the mud puddle there and it is a swarming pool of infectious crap, most likely. She laps it up too, rolls, lays, and does whatever in it, and aside from it smelling nasty, I wouldn't be surprised if it's making her sick. So I took her to the south dog park yesterday and she swam and swam and swam in the creek!

We went on two walks yesterday and two walks on Monday, too. Last night we called in a small fire on 65th street NW. It wasn't huge, but it certainly looked odd. It was the remnants of an old tree, from what I could tell, and at between the farm field and road. It was really windy, so we were watching the embers flare up and blow away and the flames would billow up again. Anyway, the firefighters liked Keller. I would have felt guilty walking away from it and then it starting a wildfire or something.

For now we're going to go outside and plant some flowers.

Sad puppy?

Keller is sad today, I think. I think she misses Dave. Last night she kept looking at the front door, waiting for him to come home. He stayed in Bloomington last night. We went to bed and I let her sleep me with, and this morning we got up at 6 am and went back to sleep for another hour. She curled up right next to me and sighed...several times...lol.

We went for a run this morning too and she just wasn't in to it. Actually ran next to me and behind me, not the usual pulling me down the sidewalk.

She came back and crawled on the bed, followed by being scared out of the bedroom by the hair dryer, took shelter under the office desk, and then ended up in the lay-z-boy downstairs, curled up.

Since we rearranged our living room, we were anxious to see if she'd change couches so she could maintain her view out the windows. So far, it's a toss up between the old couch and the lay-z-boy.

Mud puddle trouble = BUSTED

If pictures did justice, you would see how exceptionally filthy and reeky these dogs were after running and lying and sipping up the disgusting mud puddle at the dog park. Busted. Bathtime. Both of you. Big time.

1 Year With Keller!

Today is the 1 year anniversary of us getting Keller and the start of this blog! I remember that day so vividly...Dave going to the Humane Society in Coon Rapids after work...we had loaded up the Vibe the night before with the kennel just incase...and when I hadn't heard anything by 6pm I figured it was good news....and then the phone call on his way home...and the little bark in the background...and I realized that our lives were about to become extremely fuzzy and and stinky and fun too. And they have. I remember my excited text to Randy about Duncan having a playmate, going to PetCo and buying a little collar and some chew toys and wanting to get home soooo quick to beat them...and they beat me home...and I pull into the driveway and here's this little yellow furball with Dave on my front lawn wearing a little collar and the homemade orange leash...and she sat and stared at me, all alert, trying to figure me out, and then her butt starting wiggling and the rest of the night she ran around sniffing everything and ran on us and over us and whined when one of us left the room and wouldn't go upstairs and was afraid of SO many things! And that night I didn't sleep because she cried all night long in her kennel. I spent so many nights sleeping in front of that kennel. You've taught us so much Keller - outsmarted me, made me laugh, made me cry, made me giggle, made me proud, made me nearly have a heart attack a few times, made me want to tear my hair out, and made me love you more and more everyday. Here's to one year!

Revenge

Keller is on a revenge streak. I think.

She decided to go after my face yesterday. Not on purpose, but she likes to paw at things (furniture, her toys, other dogs, people...you get it). Her nails are pretty sharp too. Wouldn't you know it, the stinker was lying next to me in bed and decided she'd had enough impromptu nap time (sorry pup - I was tired) so up came the paws and right across the face.

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeowwwwwwwwwwww

Luckily one of the scratches disappeared today, the other one remains. I'm sure to the people at the dog park, it looked as if I had gotten in a mad cat fight or was being my typical sloppy self and left the house with ketchup strewn across face (been there, done that!).

On a different note - this dog was SO muddy today after coming back from our walk to the dog park that I took one look at her and laughed. She reeked and there was no way a towel was going to get her clean, so I knew a bath would unfortunately be the best solution.

Since getting her upstairs is half the battle in the Bathtime Battle, I left her downstairs and went upstairs to pull a sliver out of my finger. Eventually, she trotted upstairs and went into the bedroom. Luckily, with quick thinking, I caught her as she was eyeing up the bed and was about to assume "jump up" position. So - I threw her in the tub and washed her. All by myself. Anyone who owns a dog that hates bathtime knows the achievement this is. She sat and sulked the whole bath.

But just because revenge is sweet, when she was all suds-ed up, she decided to give me the whole shake-a-roo, and dirty, soapy scud went flying all over.

Afterwards, she assumed her curled up position on the bed, in my spot, head on my pillow, and scowled.

For further revenge, even after over an hour and a half of outdoor exercise today, I came home for supper to find five shoes in the living room: Dave's slippers, my old running shoes, and my previously chewed up winter boot. I have no idea how she got into the downstairs bathroom since that door is always closed when we leave. Magically, she had left the slippers and one of my running shoes alone, but had started to go to town on the others. It could have been worse - my hiking boots and bookbag were in the bathroom too. Then I really would have been ticked!

Seriously? I think she misses Dave.

Energizer Puppy

It took me a 7 mile run to wear out Keller tonight. What gives, dog? Are you too that happy that it was 60 degrees today? :)

Lessons in Parenting

I consider it a mock run at parenting - we've had Keller pup for almost a year now (a year on March 24th!) and while I've been tried and tested MANY times in the course of the past 12 months, the past two days have got me.

The poor dog - barfed four more times yesterday, two in the evening while I was home for work and twice in the middle of the night. I was already having a hard enough time falling asleep, so when I woke up to the sounds of her retching, I should have realized I was in for a night of no sleep.

After she threw up we crawled back into bed and then all I could hear was (what I can only assume was painful - you know how it is) stomach juices churning. They were so loud and she couldn't get comfy. Eventually I let her outside to try to use the .... ladies room? (heh). She didn't want to go back upstairs, and frankly, I didn't want to either, so we made our bed in the living room and tried to sleep. Then I had dreams of having to take her to the emergency vet and the vet in general and all the things that could be wrong with her.

I skipped going to the gym this am - plus, I was way too tired - plus, I didn't want to leave Keller alone - so we went for a gentle walk around our old loop. The air felt different this morning, and it was nice, and soon it will be spring, and soon Keller will feel better, and my lessons in parenting will continue.

Keller & Santi

Keller usually waits for me at the top of the stairs (Dave always says this) when I'm at work. Apparently she'll go to the top step right before I arrive home. It's funny how they sense those things, or know those things. Anyway, last night apparently Santi and Keller were too tired to go upstairs - they parked it in the front hallway and Lynn caught them patiently waiting for me.

We had a barfy dog yesterday morning too - Keller barfed about 6 times, two first in Lynn's guest room, two in mine, then two again in Lynn's; four of which turned out to be somewhat bloody and mucus-y. That was before Santi came over, so she took it easy for the rest of the morning and seemed to be fine later. I have no idea - probably something she ate - but I was worried we'd be taking a trip to the emergency vet!

I also have a funny video...see below. These two just go crazy over wanting the same toy and will do anything to get it. Lynn commented it was similar to speed skating (we've been watching a lot of Olympics).

Keller's Company

Keller has been having fun with Auntie Lynn while she's in town visiting. Auntie Lynn likes to play with Keller (and of course...Keller eats that up). We walked to the dog park today so Lynn could get her dog fix, and Keller was VERY tired when we got home. Tired enough to pass out comfortably on the couch, but not tired enough to not want to investigate Lynn's computer later. You an almost see Keller thinking, "How do I work this thing?"

Happy Puppy Face

Have I mentioned Keller loves the snow, and hikes we take her on in it? We have a very happy puppy. :)

New Bed

This is me and dad playing fetch in the snow. It's a new toy called a "Chuck It". We got so much new snow and mom wasn't very smart, so the next day, she took me outside to play with it, and on one of her first throws, it got lost in the snow. I'll sniff it out in the Spring.

Also, this is my new bed. I like my new bed. But I still like my old bed better, especially when mom and or dad are sleeping in it.

Keller + Snow = Love

With the roughly 8" of new snow from the last two days (seriously...it is STILL snowing...since Sunday late afternoon) I took Keller out back for a run this morning, then to the dog park at lunch. She absolutely loves this stuff. She and another lab chased each other like bats out of hell at the dog park.

Then...and where was my camera?...she started sniffing along the fence. Her head went under the snow and all you could see was a back and butt sticking up in the air as she navigated her way along the fence, snowplowing the snow over her head. Then she popped up and she looked like a powdered sugar puppy doughnut. :)

Doggie Playdate

Doggie Playdate Day!!! Santi and Keller. Oh, you two are just toooo perfect for each other. :)

Chewing Monster In The House

I was kind of hoping that when Keller turned 1 year old, all her chewing would magically disappear. This is just revenge for me thinking that. That's our couch cushion, by the way.

Sorry it's sideways...I don't know why.

BDAY in the house!

Our baby girl is 1 year old today! Happy Birthday, Keller Pup!

See? Sass.

Lay-Z-Pup

Today after Keller and I went for an hour run (we didn't fall!) we loaded up the Nikon and went and shot some hoar frost. Upon returning, she hopped right up into Dave's lay-z-boy and crashed. Too adorable to make her move or want to disturb her. :)

Nearly 1!

My baby turns 1 next weekend!!! Keller's birthday is the 24th. I can't believe she's that old already!!!

Yum

We had Adam and Pete down for supper last Monday (Pete had a meeting at Mayo the next AM) and I had made chili and cornbread. Good stuff. The next morning the three of us (and Keller) hung out after Pete got back and Dave headed to work. Adam tried to get Keller to warm up to him...by sharing treats (not really sharing...just...giving in a unique way). (They were bacon flavored, after all...)..

Happy Holidays!

Merry belated Christmas (and a Happy 2010!) from the three of us!!! OK, so Keller doesn't look especially excited about it, but trust me, she is.