What a beautiful day

Seventy five degrees, breezy, small showers.... what a beautiful day to play on the patio. We've been out here all morning. Jake has gotten really good at sliding and right now is trying to hang his hands off the porch to catch some rain. I wish it was this cool everyday!! Sorry no pictures today, but I can't remember where I put my camera. I hope you're enjoying the day.

Swimming

Jake's first swimming lesson was wonderful!! He loved hanging out on the steps and splashing. He also let me pull him around the pool, but was not too happy when he let his face dip in the water. Thanks Stephen and Ashley for letting us sneak in the back while you were on vacation.

Painting

So, I decided to spruce up the front of our shabby shed in the backyard. I was having a great time painting away while Jake was exploring in the backyard. He's so quick and sneeky these days. Below you can see what happens when a can of paint is open anywhere near a toddler. First the hands, then the tummy, the mouth is next..... Enjoy :)

Why Dogs Rock and Cats Don't...

This was a really funny email that I thought I needed to share:

Excerpts from a dog's diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are
fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for
the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order
to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream
of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the
carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it
clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices
tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that
my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what
this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced
that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - andseems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously
retarded!!!!

Does anyone remember baby Hailey??? She was so cute...