Sunday, October 18, 2009

Pushover, etc.

We're doing everything we can to teach Hopkins not to jump on people (including us) when he's excited and wants attention. He jumps, puts his paws on your chest, wiggles his butt, looks longingly in to your eyes ... sure, it's all very cute, but someone like, say, my Grandma Marg might not be so enthusiastic about his enthusiasm. So we correct him, tell him to sit quietly next to us, and shower him with affection.

So he jumps up, and I look sternly and say, "Hopkins. What are you supposed to do when you want love?"

And he jumps off and runs to Scott.

I see how it is.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Brace Face


What kind of parent signs you up to get braces on Picture Day?

The evil kind, apparently.

Why I Love My Husband


Reason #76: The Cleverness.