Here is our new baby.
Sophie was born May 21st. We picked her out of the litter last weekend and she is settling in as the (too) much adored family pet. Abby and J.T. love to pretend she is chasing them as they run about the yard screaming in "terror" while she happily chases them. Abby's scream could shatter glass and ear drums miles away, I tell you, miles! The girl has informed us that Sophie is her dog.
J.T. has been attending Wildlife Camp this week. All the snakes, birds, tarantulas, turtles and frogs a boy could possibly dream of seeing have been on display. The Wildlife Center educates the local public about native species and also does rescue and rehabilitation work for injured animals. Living in a small college town can be a very, very good thing.
J.T. also slammed his finger in the door. I think the nail is going to come off. Very gross. Of course it is the finger. It's always the finger that gets injured. Could it be because it is the longest one? And he has to show everyone the damaged finger. By itself. Many of our family and friends have unintentionally been given the finger this week.
A pair of house wrens has chosen the columns on our front porch as a nesting sight. Their four babies are losing their down, hopping (or falling?) down from the nest and unwittingly marching into the jaws of death of the two cats who live next door.
Rob and I even fit in a little landscaping work. We staked our badly leaning maple tree in the front yard. When we finished, I looked at Rob and asked: "Pretty good, huh. Let's quit our day jobs and become landscapers."
I can't repeat what he said.
