I asked her to give the dog some food… Little did I know she’d go all out. A hamburger, french fries, an onion ring, a donut & a cup of tea. At least he did get dog food too. Boy, she really loves that dog!
November 9th, 2008
Deflated Kickball Use #3
I suppose it was bound to happen. Lately all kid toys eventually become PD toys whether we like it or not. First William used this deflated kickball as a hat. Next Katie used it as a “tuck” for her kitty. Now it’s PD’s turn. He absolutely loves this thing. He plays with it like it’s a mouse. Tosses it in the air and runs after it. Runs around with it in his mouth, shaking his head back and forth. This is the best dog toy ever!
So now that all of the younger Errett family members have found a different use for this, does that mean Chris and I should find uses for it, too? Hmmm… this could get interestingly funny.
October 16th, 2008
It’s Not Easy Being Pretty…
Imagine. You’re considered by many to be beautiful. Even by the standards of most of society you’re attractive. Perhaps a little oddly proportioned, but you never claimed to be perfect. You’re wearing a wonderful pink dress and hoping that guy you saw the other day will ask you out. He’s new in town and happens to be soldier. You’re daydreaming about him, a nice little house, two kids, Hayden James and Brittany Alexis, and then you hear a rumble.. like footsteps…. big ones…
Next thing you know you’re a chew toy.
Harbinger of Doom
In our house the kids have plenty of toys. They’ve learned the hard way that you need to keep them picked up. And it’s not the parents that are the enforcers, its our little fuzzball of happiness, PD. If you leave anything on the floor that is valuable or you even remotely care about, it’s gone. Well, not gone but in a new shape (or shapes).
Does he chew on the toys we’ve gotten him? Nope. You just bought some new shoes? Yum! How about that DVD player you just got? Well, I’m sure it doesn’t need a power cable. Let me just gnaw on that while your back is turned (no, it wasn’t plugged in).
Well, our kids do pretty well at picking up most of the time. But as anyone knows, the price of non-slobbery possessions is eternal vigilance. Katie left Barbie in range of the mobile garbage disposal and she ended up a little worse for wear.
It Hurts...
As you’ll note she lost her arm at first the elbow and then the shoulder, followed by her legs starting at the ankles and then knees. I’m sure that Mattel never prepared her for this. You think you’re headed for tea parties, dream houses and corvettes, next thing you know you’re “Stupid Blonde #4” in a horror movie.
Alert readers or “CSI” fans will note there is a missing right foot with a blue 4″ heel. The forensics team did a through search at the murder site and could not locate it. They fully expect it to turn up in 12-36 hours, probably in the backyard.
And of course it wasn’t me that found her. It was that nice soldier who was coming by to ask her out. Life is hard.
A Broken Man.
September 29th, 2008
How Much is that Doggie in the Window
Pretty expensive, actually. His taste includes ziploc bags, shoes & decorative pillows. 
September 21st, 2008
As the Blog Turns
Just as I hit “publish” on my last post, Katie comes into the office in her jammies. Odd since just 2 minutes ago she was playing outside in her pretty dress. When asked about it she claims she needs to rest because she doesn’t want to “frew up” because she drank too much water. Upon further inquiry we decide she had a peepee accident but she claims it’s ok because it was just water.
I should’ve known something was up. PD is chasing Katie at this point and she is saying “no PD! I’ll frew up!” As we go upstairs to get the messy dress I spy pawprints. Slightly muddy ones. Huh? Then I hear the water running… Oh no.
Watered patio… Happy dog.
