
Monday, April 21, 2008
Stopping to Smell the Flowers

Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Whoa-a-o, take 'em to the zoo...
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Our First Easter!
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Adirondack Adventure
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Our Latest Adventure
In this picture we are hanging out in the sock's, er, children's play area. Want to buy some Jell-O?
Our final destination for the day was someplace Liz called the most important stop of all. It smelled really good and Liz spent a lot of time walking slowly and deliberately through the aisles. Before we left she paused and lifted her pant legs up just enough so we could get a good whiff and see what all of the fuss was about.
Special Delivery
We couldn't be more excited! Even before we arrived in New York, Liz had been working hard on a special project to send back to where we came from - Newton, Kansas. We've been watching her incredibly slow process but having to keep mum so as not to spoil the surprise. Finally, Liz finished and packaged "it" up to ship to our home state. As you can see in the picture, we made sure to take the time to give it a few pointers before it began its journey. We told it how wonderful Kansas was and how much fun it would have once it arrived. We even took it for a test-run and had a little nap. In other words - we bonded.
Liz was worried that it was too "girly" for a baby boy but we assured her that with all of the frogs, snails, and bugs all over it, it was plenty masculine for "Bubba." He isn't really old enough to know the difference anyway!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
A Typical Day
Just look at us. Hanging here between common socks. We are so bored. Liz has this idea that socks have to be hung out to dry - it seems she had a terrible incident a few years ago where she shrunk several pairs of expensive socks to the point that they wouldn't fit over her big feet. I suppose if hanging out to dry will keep us healthy and beautiful, we can live with it.
We just wish she would put us in the drawer once we are dry! In the drawer we are safe and cozy and can just hang out with the other socks. If we move, she'll never know. It's not like she folds us all neatly and arranges us in the drawer in a sensible manner. At least she manages to keep us together when we go in the drawer, but beyond that she seems unconcerned with keeping her socks tidy. Hanging out in the open like this, though, means we have to stay glued to our spot like soft little statues or she'll notice something is up.
And waiting out in the open like this. Watching other socks get chosen before us. Seeing her come in and out of the room in preparation for all sorts of adventures. Seeing her eyes hesitate on us and then move on as she chooses socks for her next outfit. Half of her clothes are blue! We go with almost everything! Come on already! Let's go! It's like waiting to be picked for Dodgeball. She keeps telling us that we are special and the only reason we can't go out today is because she is saving us for a unique adventure. Heck, going almost anywhere would be a unique adventure - we've only been out of the house twice! (On adventures, that is. We're already over the "excitement" of the laudromat.)