We came upon a pie social in Cornucopia on Sunday. (It was heavy on the pie and light on the social - I'm looking at you, mean lady that crowded us out of our spot at the end of the table.)
I love the little lean-in thing when she wants something really delicious.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
pie
beach
She did not try to eat the sand.
Until the very end, that is.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
amelia says...
We spent the holiday weekend up in Herbster, Wisconsin with the Murphy clan.
Amelia likes to play a little game we call "up-down" which is, well, pretty much exactly what it sounds like. Well, she discovered that she could take it beyond just up and down and led everyone in a rousing game of follow the leader - up! down! spin! clap! walk this way! and back again!
Too damn cute.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
dear diary...
Dear Diary,
It has now been nearly 15 months living under the unwavering eye of the Tall Ones.
Things have become nearly intolerable - they set me on the floor and do not pick me up for minutes at a time. They also attempt to feed me various, clearly inedible green foods. I have initiated Operation Crying Fits in an effort to bring all of this to a halt. Results, to date, are mixed.
I have determined how to safely descend for the couch and bed. I do still occasionally pretend that I am about to fling myself off the edge. This seems to cause the Long-Haired Tall One significant mental anguish, which pleases me to no end.
I am finally able to reach the door handle. I have not quite put it all out yet, but some combination of twisting and pulling appears to be the key to sweet freedom.
Judging from how often they ask, they regularly forget how big I am. They press their lips to my face regularly, which I can only imagine is the source of my steadily runny nose. And while I have learned some of Tall Ones' bizarre language, they have yet to learn a single word of mine.
I am not sure how long they plan to keep me here - sleeping in a cage, strapped into chairs - but I am training daily and am ever-vigilant for the moment they let down their guard and I have opportunity to escape.
Monday, June 22, 2009
terrible twos?
M and I took a nice little walk this afternoon.
She shouted "no!" at Alicia recently. I think that is the official start of the Terrible Twos, right? We had been trying to cover for her - "I think she's teething", or "she's probably a little backed up" - but I've resigned myself to the fact that she is just a lot more opinionated now. Or at least more able to vocalize it.
Oh well, the Wonderful Ones were a good 2 months.






