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Christmas Pictures

You may notice that Jennifer has uploaded our Christmas pictures to Flickr.  I particularly like the one of Grace reaching into the box.

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Halloween and Lazy Kids

Well, Halloween has come and gone.  Grace went as a cheerleader.  A Carolina Panther’s cheerleader (which happens to be my favorite football team).  I left my digital camera at my grandmother’s house, but we should have pictures soon.  This Halloween was a lot like last Halloween.  We first made a trip to Jennifer’s grandmother’s house, then went by our church where there was trunk-or-treat.  We went into our church’s fellowship hall where they had some games for kids to play and everything was under dark lights.  The white on Grace’s outfit and her little pumpkin (which held her candy) were both glowing.  She was so cute.   We ended the night by going up to my grandmother’s house.  My grandma started a tradition of making dinner on Halloween a years ago.  It works out well because we are able to go out and do the trick-or-treating without having to worry about dinner.

When we got to my grandmother’s house, trick-or-treaters were still coming and going.  I couldn’t help but notice that more and more kids aren’t even making an effort to dress up as something.  When they don’t dress up, they just look like little kids coming up and begging for candy.  I think I would demand that any kid I give candy to must first tell me what they are dressed up as.  Yeah, I know.  I’ll make them cry.  But dang it, if I make the effort to go buy some candy, the kids can make an effort to dress up.  That’s the problem with kids these days.  They want the candy, but don’t want to work for it.

Another thing I decided is that I am going to start telling kids that I want the trick.  I doubt they even realize what they are saying when they come to the door.  They give me the choice of giving a treat, or them pulling a trick.  If I am expected to make good on the treat, they should be prepared make good on the trick.  Maybe it should be a reward system.  The better the trick, the more the candy.  Lame tricks: no candy.  Yeah, I like this idea.  It’ll be fun until the local pyro decides a good trick would be to burn my house down.  Ah, Kids.

Grace and the Goldfish

Well, I haven’t had much time to blog lately, but I thought I’d tell a quick story.  After Grace’s bath tonight, I put her in her booster seat for a snack like we always do.  At first, she wanted grapes.  I gave her four of them.  She sat there and played with them for a while, so I picked one up, bit it in half and made yummy noises.  She immediately reached for the grape I had bitten in half.  When I gave it to her she put it in her mouth and smiled really big.  She then lifted up another grape to my mouth.  I bit that one in half and handed it to her.  She stuffed that one in her mouth as well.  Now, these were not small grapes.  Her little cheeks are popping out at this point because she had both grapes in her mouth.  She preceded to hand me another grape and I explained to her she had to swallow what she had.  She didn’t seem to like that, but I took the rest of the grapes away and she didn’t have much of a choice.

After getting down the two grapes, she started pointing at the counter.  I couldn’t figure out what she was saying.  She has a few things she can say really well now.  “Duck” is one of them.  It is funny because it starts out with a “Duh” and the end sounds like she is trying to cough up phlegm.  By the way, thanks Google for telling me the correct spelling of phlegm.  I entered “flem” and it made the suggestion.  Amazing.

On with my story…

I eventually figured out that she was pointing to the thing that we usually put her Goldfish crackers in.  I filled it with some crackers and handed it to her.  After she ate a few crackers, I decided to take the container away.  She burst into tears.  I mean genuinely upset with tears.  Heart broken.  I don’t usually fall for this, but maybe because she has a cold or because I am not feeling great myself, I gave in tonight and gave the container back.  She proceeded to pour out the Goldfish onto her tray.  She then put them back into the container by the handfuls, dumped the container out again, and filled it again.  I think she did it 20 times or so.  I watched her about 10 of those trying to figure out what was going through her precious little mind.  It was adorable to watch because she was concentrating so hard on what she was doing.

Anyway, after that her and I sat down and watched an episode of Jojo’s circus before I put her to bed.  It was a fun evening.

Vacation Memories – Part 3

Wow, I have really slacked on getting around to writing this. This will be the last installment and it is pretty long. I almost broke it in two, but decided I would rather finish this up here so I don’t have to sit down and write another post about the vacation. It is getting harder and harder to remember details, but sitting down and doing this has really helped me commit things that happened to memory.

I believe we’re up to Friday. We spent the first part of Friday at Ripley’s Aquarium. We were pretty sure that Grace would love the aquarium because she really likes fish and aquariums in general. We weren’t disappointed. When we first walked in the door, there was a large, round aquarium and Grace was immediately mesmerized by it. After leaving the big aquarium at the entrance, we quickly walked through an exhibit about Mars. Yes, you read that correctly. The aquarium had an exhibit about Mars. It was pretty interesting, but out of place. We moved through it quickly to get to the part we had paid for.

The first REAL exhibit contained fish from the Amazon. Grace did not like the piranhas. Now, for those who have never seen a piranha in person, they are actually quite boring to look at.  They sit eerily still. That is sort of the weird thing. Instead of swimming, they seem to just float around. Still, I don’t think that the near lifeless fish were what Grace did not like. I think it was the creepy, horror movie music that was playing in the exhibit.

Next to the piranha aquarium was another tank with some more fish from the Amazon. There was a sign that explained how one of the fish in the tank was able to jump six feet out of the water and into the air. Jennifer pointed out that there was only about 3 to 4 feet between the surface of the water and the top of the tank, which did not have a cover. We decided it was time to move on.

We moved on to the next exhibit that had tons of reef fish. Grace loved watching the brightly colored fish       . After the reef exhibit we came to one of those long tunnels that you walk or ride through while sharks, string rays and other fish swim over your head. Grace pointed and giggled as we made our way through it. We have also been to the Ripley’s aquarium in Gatlinburg, and I couldn’t help but think there were more sharks swimming around at that one. I never thought I would find myself wishing there were more sharks swimming around me.

In the center of the aquarium was a large touch tank that was surrounded by various things for kids to play with and on. There was a tunnel to crawl through, some large valves that were part of an exhibit about how the aquarium water is maintained, and another area that was setup to look like a pirate ship or something. We started by letting Grace run through the tunnel. She loved it, especially when some other kids started crawling through the tunnel with her. I just knew she was going to run through as fast as she could and smack her head on something, but she was pretty careful about it. She also spent some time playing with the valves at the water exhibit and tried to turn the wheel on the pirate ship.

After all that fun, Grace wasn’t about to hold mommy’s or daddy’s hand anymore. She had tasted freedom and it was too good. It was at this point that angel Grace turned into…um…not so angel Grace. It was sort of funny though. If you grabbed her hand, she would just go limp and lay on the ground. There was no temper tantrum or screaming. She would just lie there. It was an instantaneous response. If you let go of her hand, she would almost immediately get up. If you grabbed her hand again, limp Gracie returned. It was sort of entertaining as she was so methodical about it. It was past her nap time and it had been a big morning, so after a few minutes we decided it was time for us to leave. I picked Grace up and we all headed for the car.

On the way home we stopped by a seafood market to pick up some seafood for us to cook and eat that evening. Grace had fallen asleep on the way to the market, so Jennifer stayed in the car while I went in to get the seafood. While I was standing in the market waiting to be served, Jennifer walked in holding an alert Gracie. “She woke up and said, ‘Where’s Dada?’” Jennifer told me. We bought some fresh scallops and grouper for our dinner and left.

We got back to Ocean Lakes and we decided to make a trip to the pool, knowing full well that Grace probably wouldn’t like it. We first tried going to the large, outdoor kiddie pool they had. It was pretty neat. It had one of those mushrooms that had water running out the top and over the sides. It also had another thing that towered out of the pool with arms extending outward at the top. There were buckets at the end of each arm that filled with water and dumped when they were full. It looked like something you’d find in a water park, but Grace wasn’t impressed. She wouldn’t even let us put her feet in the pool. We decided to retreat to the heated, indoor pool to see if we would have more luck there. We had a little more luck as she was fine sitting on the edge and kicking in the water, but she wouldn’t let either one of us take her out into the pool. She also didn’t like it the first time she saw me go under the water, but eventually it didn’t bother her.

Since Grace didn’t get a very long nap, we decided to get her ready for bed and put her down fairly early so we could make our fresh seafood. Jennifer prepared the meal while I fed Gracie and put her to bed. The meal wound up being fantastic, and we really enjoyed the peace and quiet.

The next day was Saturday, and was our last day to do stuff. We started it by making another trip to the beach. This time, Jennifer said she wanted to leave Grace’s sandals on and see if it made a difference, and did it ever. Jennifer held Gracie’s had as we walked onto the beach. She walked all the way to the beach on her own, which was way more than she did on the first trip. I then sat her down in the sand and she even played with her toys for a little while sitting in the sand. Being the little ball of energy she is, that didn’t last too long. She wanted to run, and run she did. In fact, she ran all over the beach. Jennifer and I sat there and watched her, and one of us would run in grab her if she started to wander too far off. She loved the sea shells, and she would pick them up, look at them, hold them in the air, and then put them in her mouth. It was a much better experience at the beach then the first trip.

That evening went to a Seafood buffet we had a coupon for and had been planning to go to all week. I wasn’t all that impressed with the quality of food, but the selection was fine. Jennifer feasted on Crab Legs while I tried a little bit of everything that looked good to me. The saddest part was the desert buffet. They didn’t have ice cream and most of the stuff they did have didn’t taste all the great. The most interesting part about the restaurant was they had a “live” mermaid. This was essentially a girl in a bathing suit with some sort of fish tail thing strapped around her legs. I took Grace to see the mermaid. I was pretty sure the girl in the pool was the same girl that was on the register where we had paid, so I found that amusing. Guess cashier duty was over. Anyway, when she saw Gracie, the cashier turned mermaid splashed her tail up out of the water and made a wave, which apparently tickled Grace because she laughed about it. Then the mermaid made Grace a necklace and gave it to her.

After we left the restaurant, we headed back to Broadway at the Beach for a final visit to check out the stores on the side didn’t get to on Wednesday. Nothing impressive to talk about there, none of the stores were that memorable. They had a store that sold tee shirts and memorabilia from the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s. It was mostly stuff from the 80’s, and it was mostly tee shirts. Several of the stores we visited sit along a lake that is in the middle of Broadway at the Beach. There were machines along the docks so you could feed the fish that were in the lake. I am pretty sure they were carp. Jennifer had apparently never done this before and was enthralled with feeding the fish. That’s right, I said Jennifer. She every quarter I had (all two of them) to get handfuls of fish food to sling in the water. Grace found it fun to watch, but she became much more interested in the ducks and the fireball was shooting in the air across the lake. A putt-putt place across the lake had a volcano that seemed to go off every 5 minutes. When it went off, would Grace point and shriek with glee. She must have found it very impressive. Meanwhile, Jennifer fed the fish and ducks, paying no attention to the fire in the sky. Later, as we continued to walk along the lake, the volcano went off and I heard Jennifer say, “What was that?” I couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed it before or how excited it making our daughter. She said, “I heard you saying something about fire, but I had no idea what you were talking about.” Now, when I hear people talk about fire shooting out of something, I generally take notice, but that’s probably just the pyromaniac in my. Anyway, I picked on her about how mesmerized she had been by those fish.

That night both Jennifer and struggled with stomach issues. We believe that we got food poisoning from the seafood restaurant. So, the last night of our vacation involved many trips to the bathroom. Jennifer still had a touch of nausea in the morning and wound up puking up her breakfast. I was fine by the morning. Jennifer was better by lunch time on Sunday.

Anyway, that concludes a review of our vacation. Hope everyone has enjoyed it. We enjoyed the trip. Check out the pictures we have uploaded to our Flickr account to see pictures of the trip.

Rushed by Gracie

Our Saturday morning started with my 19 month old daughter rushing us out the door. Jennifer made the mistake of telling Grace that we were going to go “bye bye” after breakfast. So, Jennifer fed Grace breakfast and then proceeded to make some pancakes for the two of us. In case you were wondering why she didn’t eat pancakes with us, Grace was ready to eat when she woke up, so Jennifer made sure she was taken care of first. Besides, Grace is a creature of habit. She really likes to know what’s coming and really doesn’t like when things change. As a result, she eats cereal pretty much every morning and this morning was no different.

After Grace was taken out of her high chair, she ran back to her bedroom and asked for her diaper to be changed. After that was done, she started grabbing some clothes that were on the bed for Jennifer to put on her. After Jennifer put on the clothes, she said, “Shoes, shoes!” to indicate she was ready to have her shoes on. So, Jennifer obliged and Gracie was pretty much ready to go. Grace then grabbed her blanket and juice and tried to walk out the front door on her own. Jennifer informed her that she couldn’t leave without mommy and daddy. Grace ran and got Jennifer’s shoes and took them to her. As a result, Jennifer went into the bedroom, finished getting ready, came back out and put on her shoes. Then Grace went and got my shoes. I had been reading a book in the bedroom and came out when Jennifer told me the pancakes were ready. Yes, somehow through all this, Jennifer managed to get around to making the pancakes. As I was sitting down to eat, Grace brought my shoes to me. I told her I was till in my pajamas and I needed to get dressed first. I stood up (without eating) and went back into the bedroom to get dressed. I closed the door, and Grace stood there for about 5 minutes knocking on the door and waiting for me, clinging onto my shoes the entire time. About the time I was finished and was getting ready to walk out, Grace started to fuss because I was apparently taking too long.

It sounds like we were letting her run the show, but really we were just letting her feel that way because after we were both ready, we sit down and ate our pancakes, much to Gracie’s distain. The whole episode was quite adorable, and I’m not sure the entry captures it, but it will be a one of those fond memories of Gracie we will laugh about for years to come.

Vacation Memories – Part 2

After leaving the surf shop, we returned to Ocean Lakes and went and parked down by the beach. We got everything out of the car and started walking for the beach. The sand still felt cool, so Jennifer decided to put Grace down and let her walk. Grace was immediately disgusted by the sand and wanted us to carry her. When we got down to the beach, we tried putting Grace down again and this time she curled up her legs so they wouldn’t even touch the ground. We put her in one of our beach chairs and she seemed to be happy there. We tried to get her to play with her beach toys, but she only wanted to play with them if sand was not in them (or on them). I made an effort to get Grace to warm up to the sand. I buried my feet in the sand and played “where’s daddy’s feet. I don’t think I need to explain the premise. When I first buried my feet, I think it terrified the child. She frowned and her lip began to quiver like she was going to scream. I quickly pulled my feet out of the sand and she looked very relieved. I then proceeded to play the game with her some more, and she began to warm up to it and smile. I may have even gotten a giggle. I also played with Gracie’s sand toys and tried to show her how to use them. I filled buckets, dug ditches, made piles, and buried things (I wasn’t enjoying myself at all). It didn’t seem to interest her.

Eventually it occurred to me that I was no longer playing for Gracie and was doing it solely because I was enjoying myself. At that point I decided it was time for a dip in the ocean. The water was fairly warm. I wasn’t in a rush to get wet, so I took my time. I took a few steps forward every now and then. At one point, I took a step forward and my foot went down into a hole or something. The water had barely been up to my knees before, and after stepping in the hole, half my trunks were wet. It didn’t wind up being the slow decent into the ocean I was hoping for.

If you’re wondering about Grace and the ocean, we had a pretty strong suspicion she would be scared of that. She doesn’t like pools, and we assumed she wouldn’t like the ocean either. Still, when we first got to the beach, Jennifer carried Grace down and stood in the surf. That was apparently horrifying to Gracie and she cried. We had always assumed she would be happy sitting on and running around the beach, but on the first day, that didn’t seem like the case.

When I got back from my dip, I put down a Dora the Explorer beach towel, picked up Gracie, and put her on the towel. I waited for the shriek, but it didn’t come. Apparently she wasn’t absolutely terrified of the sand. She just wanted something between her and it. I worked with her some more to try and get her to play in the sand from her beach towel, but she still didn’t want to touch the sand. Eventually, she got up and started running back and forth on her towel. She even picked up the rake that came with her sand toys, squatted, and raked some sand. She then threw the rake so that it was over in the sand out of her reach. She apparently regretted this decision immediately, and began to reach out for it and whine. We tried to encourage her to go over and pick it up, but instead of doing that, she just found something else to do on her towel.

We left the beach after a couple hours so we could eat lunch and Grace could have her nap. When Grace woke up, we all got ready and went to a place called Broadway at the Beach. It is sort of like a huge, outdoor mall. First, we ate dinner at Tony Roma’s. After dinner we took Grace to a store called the Build-a-Bear Workshop. Most of you have probably heard of this place, but for those of you that haven’t, you pick out an animal, stuff it, dress it, and pay for it. Grace loved this. She picked out a monkey, and was hugging and kissing it while we were waiting to get it stuffed. She wasn’t to happy when they we took it away from her to have the clerk stuff it. After stuffing the monkey, we tried to let her pick out an outfit, but Grace just wanted to run around the building.  So, we picked out a shirt and went and paid for it. It was ridiculous how much we COULD have paid for the thing. They had outfits for stuffed animals that cost more than some of the outfits we have bought for Gracie. They had hats, shoes, accessories, and, most distrubanly, underwear. You know, because some teddy bears don’t like going commando.

Man, it is taking a lot of time to tell you about my vacation. I should be able to finish it up in one more post. Then I have to talk about potty training. We started that on Monday.

The Weekend

Wow, hard to believe it has been almost a week since my last post. We are in the process of getting ready to go to the beach. We are leaving tomorrow night and will be gone through Sunday. I doubt I will be posting to my blog during this time. I want to avoid computers while I am on this vacation. I thought it would be nice to do a quick post to sort of catch everyone up on the latest happenings. This will be long and there is so much to cover I couldn’t think of a clever title.

Friday night my brothers, Aaron and Joel, came over. We played a game of Catan and then watched the new version of the Shaggy Dog with Tim Allen. It was a good movie and I seem to remember laughing a lot. It put a bit of a sci-fi spin on the original story, which is likely to turn some folks off, but I thought it worked well. Without giving too much a way, I really think they left the movie open for a sequel. I don’t remember how this movie did at the box office, so I guess if it tanked there won’t be a sequel. Actually, I think the movie’s budget must have been pretty low. There was a pretty neat scene with Tim Allen’s tongue, but other then that, I was sort of amazed at what I didn’t see. There was only one scene where you really witness the transformation. The remaining scenes where it occurs were shot so it hides the actual transformation. This sort of surprised me for a movie made in 2006. I didn’t watch it for the effects and would recommend the movie, this was just an observation I made. The filmmakers would probably choke me. The movie is probably chocked full of special affects that I missed and just took for granted.

Saturday we went to see my grandmother and had a good time hanging out and talking with her. She wound up ordering in Mexican and paying for our dinner, so that was a pleasant surprise. On the way home from my grandmother’s we stopped by McDonald’s to get some sundaes. Grace sat at the end of the table turning her head left and right alternating between Jennifer’s sundae and mine as we fed them to her. Of course, I always eat mine faster so I got to eat more of my ice cream. I guess its one of the few benefits to inhaling your food.

Sunday was a big day at our church as we had our Mission Celebration. Terry Hammack, a missionary from our church, was the guest speaker. He’s always a great speaker, but the best parts are always the stories he has. It is pretty enthralling. As you can imagine, Nigeria is not one of the safest places to be missionary, and I can’t imagine living day to day in the situations he does. What’s more amazing is that he and his wife are really hoping to go to the northern part of the country to an area that is 90% Muslim to minister to people there. As you might know, Muslims don’t take to kindly to Christian missionaries, but these two really feel it is where God wants their ministry to be. They’re two incredible people that face things on a regular basis that we can’t even imagine here.

Afterwards was a potluck dinner and Grace was a ball of energy. I got to eat, but barely had time to finish before I had to start chasing her back and forth through the halls of the church. We couldn’t get the girl to sit still for a second! She may have been the most hyper I have seen her. Making matters worse was the crowd. Grace was running and jiving through the legs of people and I had to wait for them to move out of the way. Fortunately, every time she got away from me, someone managed to slow her down and gave me enough time to catch up. The problem was if she got out into the main part of the church building without my supervision, there were only about 10,000 places she could run to and hide. Of course, she only seemed to be interested in running to the nursery, which she knows is full of toys, so it was easy enough to keep track of her.

Tonight we went over to my uncle’s house to pick up the keys and papers we will need to get to his place down at Ocean Lakes at Myrtle Beach. Grace was so shy at first, but the next thing I know she is running around their kitchen and being the ham she usually is. The girl would make the Energizer Bunny cry for mercy. She jumped up and down, ran around, crawled through legs and under tables, picked up copper statues, opened up cabinets, opened and closed doors, and babbled on and on the whole time we were there. I looked like the Coyote chasing the Road Runner most of the time.

Hope it doesn’t sound like I am complaining. Honestly, following her around is often hilarious because the things she does are priceless. Also, following her around has taught me a thing or two. For starters, she usually won’t go where it is dark. I say usually because she proved that the equation is much more complicated than I suspected the other night at my parents. My mom and dad have two entries into their kitchen (well, actually, four, but two of them are irrelevant to the story). One entry from the foyer and one from the dining room. The foyer, living room and dining room are all connected. So, what this means for Gracie is she has an excellent place to run laps. She runs through the foyer, the living room, the dinning room, into the kitchen, and finally back into the foyer. She then repeats this a mind numbing number of times. Oh yeah, and she yells incoherent things the whole time. So, I get the bright idea that if I turn off all the lights in the living room, foyer, and dining room, she’ll stop running her laps. I was wrong. She must have thought daddy was playing a game with her. After squealing for a few minutes and jumping up with absolute glee at the site of the darkened room, she started running again. Only now she ran through the darkened areas more quickly. So much for that idea.

This entry has been pretty long, but it will probably be my last post for at least a week. I’m sure I’ll have a lot to talk about when we get back.

IT’S A BOY!

Yesterday was the baby appointment and we found out we are having a boy! It came as no surprise to Jennifer because she has been saying we’re having a boy all along. The main reason being that she hasn’t been as sick this time. Supposedly, woman are more sick with girls than boys. I doubt there is any scientific research to back that up, but that is what Jennifer has been told.

Honestly, I had gotten to a point where I was ready to skip finding out and be surprised. With Grace, I wanted to know. I also wanted a boy. Of course, once Grace was born, it didn’t matter and I love my daughter to death. I came to the realization a few weeks ago that this time was different and I could care less if we had a boy or girl. I mentioned the idea of being surprised to Jennifer and she was OK with it, but we decided to find out because we’ve been telling people we would for months. After the appointment, we went to TJ Maxx and bought the baby his first 2 outfits. I also bought some books for Gracie because she loves me reading to her.

Below are some pictures we were given of the ultrasound.

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Labor Day Weekend

Everyone else is blogging about their weekends, so I guess I should too.  Honestly, most of my weekend was spent with Grace.  Her and I were buddies over the weekend.  She’s started this new phase where she likes to play with toys in our laps, and I took advantage of it.  She got down and ran around every now and again, but eventually found another toy to throw up in my lap and play with.  I read her favorite book, ‘Ducks Loud Quack’, about a dozen times to her this weekend.  What else can I say?  She is adorable and I loved every minute of it.  The only bad thing about the weekend hit me when I was leaving for work this morning.  After spending so much time with her over the weekend, I missed her horribly today.  We had some quality time together this evening though.

I occurred to me this weekend that my knee is STILL bothering me from when I took that fall a few weeks ago.  It isn’t a constant pain, but anytime I get down on my knees it hurts like heck.  I’ve never been one for being on my knees, but this latest injury makes it almost impossible.  I sure hope this is just temporary because I do need to get on my knees from time to time when I am bathing Grace and such.

I know there wasn’t much to talk about today, but September is going to be a great month.  This Monday I had off for Labor Day.  Next Tuesday we go to Roanoke to learn the sex of the baby.  Finally, we will be a Myrtle Beach from September 20-24.  That is going to be awesome because we haven’t had a good vacation in 2 or 3 years.  I didn’t have much to talk about today, but I’ll have plenty to blog about in the coming weeks.  Stay tuned!

The Fall of Matt

This morning, while walking to my car, I slip on some gravel. Somehow, I keep myself from falling backwards or forwards and fall straight down onto my knee. As one might imagine, this did not feel good. I get up and start moaning while Jennifer, who witnessed the fall, runs out the door to see if I am OK. As she runs out, Taco seizes the opportunity, escapes out the door and darts through the yard. Meanwhile, I am trying to walk around and make sure nothing is broken, while whining like a mule. The neighbor, who is out walking her dog, sees me and hears my moaning. She calls over to see if I am OK. “I’m fine! I just like moaning,” I thought to myself. I don’t remember what I said, but I am sure it was something much less colorful like, “I am fine.”

While I make sure everything is still where it should be, Jennifer starts chasing Taco through the yard because we think she is in heat. The last thing a 2-pound Chihuahua needs is to be impregnated by a large dog. Scenes from the movie Alien come to mind. Anyway, in all the commotion, it comes to Grace’s attention that Jennifer has left the door open. Grace, also seeing an opportunity, opens the door and comes out on the deck.

Let’s review. I am beside my car, clenching my knee and moaning like a whiney baby. Taco is running around the yard with Jennifer in pursuit. The neighbor is yelling to Jennifer that Taco won’t hurt anyone (for whatever reason). Finally, Gracie is on the deck bouncing up and down with glee over all the excitement. At least someone was having fun.

Jennifer catches the dog and we all go back into the house to see what has happened to my knee. We pull down my jeans and find a small, but bloody, gash. Gracie immediately thinks she has to stick her finger into it. Jennifer then goes to get some first aid supplies, which leaves me to fend off Pokey (Grace). Did I mention I am still whining? Jennifer comes back in and spays me with the “no sting” chloraseptic spray. It was only “no sting” in the sense that it felt only slightly less like she had treated the wound with lemon juice and salt. Jennifer pats off the blood, gives me a few more squirts of devil spray, and applies the band-aid. While this is going on, Grace has given up on the poking and is now trying to sit down in Jennifer’s lap. Obviously she is distraught that my hairy, bloody knee is the center of attention. Speaking of which, I never realized how hairy my knee is. Generally, that isn’t something I care about, but you think about these things when someone is putting a band-aid on you. After Jennifer finishes with me, Grace sits down with her legs extended in front of her, obviously waiting for Jennifer to apply a band-aid to her leg. Jennifer puts the band-aid on Grace’s leg, which Grace immediately rips off and tries to reapply. I couldn’t help but think if I ripped the band-aid off my ape-like knee I would probably have to bite my lip to keep from screaming.

So, that was my morning. The rest of my day was boring in comparison.