Friday, December 2, 2011

Ida Louise Marion Okun

Was born on 11-11-11 at 6:30 PM, weighing 6 pounds, 11 ounces, and measuring 18.5 inches.

While there will continue to be no sidewalks here, the 3-week old has her own blog:

A few pics from her first 21 days:

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Week 29 1/2

More weeks, more belly.

Does Fonzie know?

Saturday, August 13, 2011

The Belly: Week 25

Well, there's no good way to introduce it, so here it is:

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

2010: Year of the Pets

As a childless, delinquent blogger, I'd like to take this opportunity to indulge myself holiday-card-style in catching you (Lee) up on my pets. It's been a big year for at least one, okay really only one, white pet.

Truly, this has been Fonzie's year, as he upgraded from a 15-foot, bright orange dog tie out to a large, partially-wooded, fenced-in backyard. It turns out that Fonzie is a digger, and 485 feet of reinforced fence and five escapes later, the backyard is secure.

The silver lining was making some friends in the neighborhood. I made friends with Deborah, who rescued Fonzie on escape #3, and Fonzie made friends with Lola, Deborah's dog.

And now Thursdays are spent with Lola, as she comes over to play during business hours. Yes, life is a little slower down in NC, but it is truly one of the most fun things in the world watching the two dogs play:

They're always on the look out for something.

Lola wasn't the only visitor to the backyard. We had a foster pet for a few days -- a groundhog who took up residence underneath our deck walkway.

Fonzie was all in a tizzy for the first day or so, and then the groundhog became just another feature of the backyard (before moving on to another backyard).

What more could a dog want? Perhaps a dog house, which our friend built just a few weeks ago. Fonzie is currently still scared of the dog house, but he'll go in to get his food, coming out for air / to check for danger every couple of gulps.

All of this, of course, would appear to be valid criticism that I favor one pet over the other. To these critics, I say that Scout will always be the O.G.

True, this past year, Scout didn't fare as well as Fonzie, as a) the number of Scout-only rooms was reduced from five to two, b) her new windows aren't as good for looking outside, c) we still have a dog, and d) we still haven't gotten rid of the dog.

As a result of a - d and possibly other factors, Scout only seems to get crankier.

But we still live in Scout's house, and she may or may not be dictating this portion of the blog.

If 2009 was the year I tried to make friends, 2010 was the year I realized how great it is to listen to my pets snore. And sitting in the same room with them, during those rare moments when Scout isn't trying to scratch Fonzie's eyes out -- those moments are (to quote Ted Danson on "Curb Your Enthusiasm") heaven.