We had a LARGE time at Amy‘s. I’d already met her husband but finally got to meet her kids in person and they were all sweeties. Bean took a shine to her oldest daughter, Katie, and I swear, Bean woke up and said her name the first morning we woke up there.
And the food porn…Sweet, tiny, fatroll-wearing, baby Jesus. We ate goooood. Her husband Mike made some beans that I’ve actually dreamed about since leaving. A breakfast casserole that was so good that I didn’t realize it had
chicken abortions eggs in it! Bean ate the hell out of it. Watching Bean snarf down everything she laid eyes on made me realize that I should step up my cooking skills. I probably shouldn’t raise her to adulthood on pasta dishes, Stouffers frozen lasagna, steamed vegetables, and restaurant food.
We left their house on Sunday afternoon and took the scenic way to our hotel for that night. We drove along the coast to get to where we were staying right outside of Los Angeles. Sweety was nice enough to humor me and we drove down Hollywood Boulevard after dark. I like seeing people and lights. If Bean had been awake, I’d have asked him to stop so we could wander around but I didn’t want to wake the sleeping dragon.
Bean played all weekend long with a toy kitchen set. I’d been looking at them a little in the stores and thought she’d be too young for one but she proved me wrong. I lost way too much time looking at them online yesterday before thinking of checking Craigslist. There I found the kickass kitchen that I’d already crossed off of my list due to price and it’s being sold for a third of its retail price AND IT COMES WITH A TINY TABLE AND TWO CHAIRS! Feel my glee! We’re going to pick it up tonight. I hope it’s not a trick and we get serial killed and chopped into pieces.
More Bean and then I’ll knock it off with these photos.
I think this is my favorite one. I love the look on her face and seeing her twitch her fingers and toes.
See how her fingers and toes are moving?
I’ve realized that she watches me pick at my cuticles and she’s started too. She’s constantly doing like I do and feeling her fingertips to see if there’s anything rough or uneven on them. To combat this I’ve been lotioning the hell out of my hands and hers. My nails are really flimsy and I’ve started using a strengthener on them and it’s actually working! Horse Power Nail Fertilizer. Over the years I’ve bought lots of different kinds of stuff to make them stronger and none have worked like this does. Color me impressed. Sorry. Got off on a tangent there.
We are having good luck with Bud Light! I had a feeling that he was diabetic or getting that way because of the way he was constantly drinking water and his pee was toxic and he was going to pee all the damned time. A little over a month ago, I put him on a very strict eating schedule and started some new food that’s high in protein as well as grain free. He gets fed and takes his anti-seizure pill every twelve hours. (To be certain he was having blood sugar issues, I’d have had to have held his bitey ass down and pricked him to read his blood sugar after every meal and I’m just not down with that. Even if he isn’t diabetic, this diet is still good for him.) For the most part he has started sleeping through the night! Woot!
When I really looked at it, I realized that since one can of new food lasts two days it’s actually a little cheaper than the stuff he was eating before. When I buy dog food, I always look online for sales or coupons and this is one food that never has either. I figure the hairy little bastard had a rough enough time of it for a long while so at the very least, I can feed him well. Especially since he gets no table food scraps anymore.
He also had his first toenail trim of his LIFE a couple of weeks ago. At Mom’s he stayed inside but went to the bathroom in litter in the garage and walking on the concrete in there kept his nails filed down. No concrete here and he was growing talons. I’d taken him to the vets office awhile back for a groom but he was too snappy and they couldn’t even get him out of the cage to groom him. So I took him to the petstore and just handed him to the groomer who immediately muzzled him. Guess who become docile and sweet as pie when you bind his teeth up? Yes. They were even able to bathe him and when I went to get him, he was sitting unmuzzled in a fluffy towel getting some love from the groomer. Mission accomplished. (I will admit that I did break the no-table-food rule after the groom and got him some french fries. I felt he deserved something special after having his mouth taped shut while someone cleaned his ears and asshole.) I love him a lot more when he’s not a grubster keeping me awake all night.