Ladies and gentlemen, I present the ultimate in blog laziness (aka have your kid do it for you).

Thank you SO very much for your concern. I feel sorta silly admitting it was due to both the Girl's and Boy's birthday over the span of 2 weeks. June turns into 40 days and 40 nights of celebration. One last party this weekend with the Wisconsin folks and we're finally done. There are pictures but I haven't taught the Girl to upload them yet. We'll set it as a goal for her 3rd birthday.

Sitting around waiting for one of our global teams to fax me some paperwork and my MSN won't connect. Everyone's fast asleep or else I'd be doing something productive while waiting like painting the kitchen. Instead I'm sitting in the basement trying to teach Chutney how to talk. As you can see it's not going too well.



Chutney is a bloodhound. Bloodhounds are famous for search and rescue activities but are also avid hunt dogs. Hunters like to use bloodhounds when they hunt duck, geese, and other avian creatures. I'm not saying, I'm just saying.

Fax machine! Ciao!

What do you get when you combine a piece plastic and a sprinkler? Hours of family fun and a few bruises.

That's D with the Girl sitting in his lap while the Boy slides into them. This went on for hours. I wish I had sound so you could hear her squealing with delight.