Life with Libby

Babies always look so innocent. My two-legged baby just woke up and couldn't wait to play with her puppy. From the looks of it, her puppy wasn't quite ready to play with her. McKenna is always my pick in the morning. She always wakes up happy, content to be one with the world again.

Life with Libby is getting interesting. She's making strides in the house training department, and has fallen into a routine, so to speak. When we go to bed, she knows it's time to go to bed. Getting up, however, is another story. Libby still thinks it's time to get up and play at 5:00 a.m. On gym days, that's okay, but on the weekends, well, not so much.


As you can tell, Louie is falling in line with Queen Elizabeth as well. If he had his way, Libby would be sharing her bed, but he's being a gentleman...for now, anyway. If Louie could talk, he would say, Gee, Mom, thanks for taking that kid in. She’s kinda cute, and I’m really starting to like her. She’s got a lot to learn, but in between naps, I’ll show her the ropes. First lesson: chew everything and poop on the things you don’t chew on. That will surely make you love her more than me, right?

It's Your Lucky Day

Two posts in one day. That's just about unheard of on this site. Look to your right, where the nice people at Blogspot keep track of how many posts I do in a year. That's right - I said year.

I was emailing some photos of my garden to my dad, and figured I might as well share it here, too. Watch out world, Kelly's feelin' frisky today.

We've planted tomatoes before, but that's about the extent of our gardening skills. And when I say "planted tomatoes', I really mean that I bought some containers of cherry tomatoes, or romas, and reaped the rewards of someone else's hard work. This year I was in an adventurous mood, so when I saw some instructions online about how to build a raised vegetable bed, I leaped at the chance to try my green thumb at gardening. I put six tomato plants in the ground, some jalapeños, zucchini and some herbs: rosemary, dill, cilantro and basil. Hang in there, little babies... Momma's got plans for you.

Stay tuned. The next photos will either be a razed vegetable bed (sorry, couldn't help it) or a bountiful harvest of delicious veggies.

So...We Got a New Puppy

What on earth could possess me to think this was a good idea? Sure, puppies are warm and fuzzy. Puppies are so cute when they run next to your cute kids in the backyard. Puppies crap everywhere.

Meet Libby, the newest member of the Jameson 5. I think she was sent to me. Really. I have this deep sense of "all things happen for a reason" and "all good things happen in time". But what I can't figure out is how much my free will played into this decision to get a puppy. Queen Elizabeth, or just Libby to you and me, is a yellow labrador retriever. She has yet to retrieve anything.

My girls really like Libby, but not when she decides to use them as a chew toy. We tell her, No, Libby, don't bite the babies. But I don't think she understands English yet. So I told her in Spanish, Libby, no come las cuatitas. She didn't understand that either. Come to think of it, why on earth would Libby know Spanish? Maybe I should teach her.

Like I said, the twins really like Libby. From the first time we saw her - only a week after she was born - they liked her. In fact, they loved her. And they told her so. I looooove you, Libby. I loooooove you, Libbycakes.
And then this happened. Libby got big. So did her teeth. Her new nickname is "Blades" because her teeth are like razors.

But I love her.

Until she chews my shoes.