Wow. 11 Months!

I cannot believe that another month has already passed. He'll be a year old, soon, and will technically be a "toddler". I don't know if I'm ready for that.

Here we are at the zoo.



Later that night...

It's getting increasingly difficult to get this beautiful boy to sit still for pictures.






Obligatory sign destruction


Standing with the walking-toy


Unable to sit still for pictures with Daddy


Loving (and chewing) Mommy


Remember the ambitious eater? He's also an ambitious drinker.

Our Little Leprechaun

A good friend of mine made this outfit for Glenn - she'd been saying for a while that Glenn looks like a little leprechaun - just because she wanted to! I didn't ask. She just wanted to do it. Nancy is such a sweetie.

Glenn wasn't as thrilled with the look as we are, but he was a good sport anyhow.


Check out the 'shoes'.



This hat's gotta go, Mom.

A Boy and His Dog

Glenn cannot get enough of Caesar!! I'm sure Caesar can get enough of Glenn, but he is usually too lazy to try to get away.


Here, Caesar had been laying with his feet hanging off the sofa - until Glenn poked at his feet long enough to make him scrunch up.


A staring contest?



Obviously, Frank isn't bothered by this show of affection. (Frank isn't smart enough to walk away when he's the subject of Glenn's attention, either, but I don't have pictures of those sessions.)

Sundays at our house

I stole the title of this blog from a friend of mine.

Anyhow, this is what happens just about every time Scott attempts to watch a race on TV - Saturday or Sunday, really.


Caesar is happy to have a sofa to himself.

There's no telling where the cats are, but you can bet they're sleeping, too.

Playing with Pawpaw

We don't have too many pictures of Glenn playing with is Pawpaw, and these excellent ones were taken yesterday. (Reese, the dog sitting on the top of the sofa, had surgery to fix her broken elbow. It sure didn't seem to slow her down any!)