being friendly

maddy loves bees

wild orange

ahh! a shark!

here's what happened

it was 7pm. manny came over. watched some tv with maddy. maddy needed her diaper changed. she ended up pants-less. rocky licked manny's head over and over again. manny looked for buried treasures under the rug in maddy's room. michelle came and took manny home.

a chunk about rocky

rocky likes blocks. he likes wooden toys. and therefore, when he's left alone, he'll chew those toys. he knows that when i'm around, chewing those toys is not allowed because i say "no rocky" and he drops them. but alas... he will do it when i'm not here.

and just now when i came home, rocky did not do his usual butt-wag-greeting at the door. instead, he sat with his ears down on the couch, hiding. so i figured he'd done something. i looked in my room and found a block with a chunk missing. the block was hidden in my shoe.

swim meet

rocky

in action

lettuce

let us shop

the best friends book

"my head absorbs the words"

and for my next trick...

i will un-fold the laundry.


please wait while my assistant folds it behind the scenes... (cue the music)


voila!

fascinate me, you

space-captain and her sidekick explore the innards (yes it is a very under-utilized, albeit important word) and outards of the window, hvac unit, and bed post...


Y with you, i have a whole new perspective.

interlude

i know its maddy's blog.
however this is important.
while some (i guess you'll remain nameless) think that it's normal or even good clean fun to come home from target with a pumpkin suit for a dog, and then dress that dog as a pumpkin, while i am sitting unknowingly in the other room eating chocolate... i wholeheartedly disagree. i only took this photo because rocky wouldnt walk or even breathe while dressed in this rediculous puffy pumpkin getup.
in fact, he stood so motionless, i thought he was a pumpkin.

who 'dat

your daddy

and you

tree droppings

this branch kept you busy for 25 minutes.

ready...go

mrl and mrl

gcg meets mrl

occasional sharing

pour moi

pour vous

slices of yum

maddy's first orange.
all over the kitchen floor.
squishy, orangey pulp on hands, feet, face...
loved every second

(after i type the word orange multiple times it begins to look weird.)