crawl, paw, bottle

Monkey Paw

Practicing for the big fight with Grandpa Rich

Izzy Crawls1

Early Crawling for the Bunny

Izzy Cheerio

One of the first time Izzy eats solids.

IzzySqueaks

Someone started making new sounds yesterday...

IzzyFights

# one ranked fighter Izzy "Bunny Monster" Witte fighting Fozzy Monkey Bear to see who gets the title match with Rich "Grandpa" Witte.

IzzyEats

Izzy's 2nd time eating food.

IzzyB

see if I can upload a video for the grandmothers. Just some cut up shots of our little terror.

I. M.

It is a rainy Sunday morning. Took the dog for a walk in the rain; since we put down sod, we now have to walk the dog every morning so he doesn’t kill the grass by peeing on it. Dog kept me up a lot last night. My neck hurts. I’m in a shitty mood… kind of. My dearest darling wife wants to do a “Meditation”… I mean a COUPLES MEDITATION. Just in case you didn’t guess, I’m not all to hip on meditation, and even less hip on couples meditation. She wants to meditate while hugging each other. “No.” was my response. I rethought it quickly, and added “I’m not comfortable with physical contact. The wife then offered up “TALKING” as another option. Ha-ha… no, she was actually serious. I gave her a glancing stare as I walked out of the kitchen and offered a grunt.

Rounding the corner and entering the living room, it dawned on me! “Baby, I think we need to stay in separate areas of the house, meditating in tandem while we communicate via Instant Messenger”. That’s it, “Instant Meditator”! This could be what I have been trying to figure out for years; a way to do things with my wife that makes her happy, while actually not having to participate. Different areas of the house… I can be surfing the net for performance information on my truck, checking water levels for kayaking, reading Nicks new blog.

Oh boy, it is a good morning!

All I want to do is take a shower

“Honey, what’s in the tub?” I yell down stairs
“I don’t know” she replies back in a distant holler
“Honey, what’s in the tub?” I yell down stairs
“I don’t know” she replies back in a distant holler
“Honey, what’s in the tub?” I yell down stairs
“Oh, I took a bath with FLOWERS”.

Who in the world takes a bath with flowers?? No, I’m not making this shit up! I come home from kayaking and the water was about 2 degrees Celsius. I cold my feet are totally numb, and I want to get into the shower to warm up and wash the Potomac water off of me. I look down into the tub, and it is covered in what looks like cat puke. Of course I want to know what’s in the shower… if the cat puke all over it, I’m not getting in until someone else cleans it… it’s not my cat.