Curtis, always a ham for pictures.
Karen, Gracie & Vanessa in their new Christmas pajamas.
Jordan, Jon's dog--she's now about 13, and has quite the old dog face.
Can you tell we think Curtis is cute?
Sydney, 4 months.



If you are not collecting box tops for a school near you, may I suggest saving those tops and mailing them to me? If you're not familiar with them, they're on all sorts of products, from flour to cake mix to Bisquick to yougurt case boxes to cereal. They're each worth 10 cents to a school--which doesn't seem like a lot, which is why we need your help. It really can add up. Plus, my homeroom could win a popcorn party, and you know how I love popcorn. No need to mail them as you get them--just save up a bunch and send them every once in a while.
Kronk didn't want Jeff to go.
This was actually after we came home from dropping Jeff off in Dallas--he was mourning on the bed.
We we SO excited about getting to eat at Carl's Jr.--the closest is in Texas, about an hour and a half away.
This is why I'm not in very many pictures on the blog--not such a great picture-taker.
Jeff and all of the puppies--not that they're looking.



You can also see our new couch covers--red and khaki. It helps with dog drool and other dirt.

I need to brag about my friend & alma mater for a moment. Multnomah FINALLY won regionals, and gets to go to Nationals. Of course, our region is no longer big enough, so winning didn't guarantee them the spot--they had to earn a wild card spot. AND, Jessica was the regional Coach of the Year!!! Congrats Jessica!!!


Then, when Jon came home to change before going to the gym, he threw his boot over toward the couch. Only it didn't just go "toward" the couch. It went into the couch, tearing a huge hole. So now we're taking donations for slip covers. Or Jon's going to sew one this weekend. We'll see.
Deeds is usually the swimmer, and Kronk believes water is only meant for drinking, but they both enjoyed it today.
They ran across this shallow part several times like Baywatch dogs.
And, we're pooped on the way home.
Poor Smalls, she sleeps in the weirdest positions.
Look how tiny Kronk looks!
Deeds: Why are you taking picutes of me? I'm soaking wet and smell like swamp. Honestly.
Kronk: Hmmm...this grass tastes kind of good. Maybe I can eat it now, then puke it up on the tiny cloth part of the Pathfinder on the way home! Sounds great!



Smalls immediately goes for the door when she sees her leash, and will not leave for anything.
Kronk reminded me of the dog on the Flinstones--he was like a stinking dinosaur! The cars next to us were filled with laughing passengers.
