RIP Beau

We said goodbye to Beauregard today (this has been a terrible week). We ended up going out to dinner after picking the kids up and then wandering around a bit-- the house is so quiet without him! We spent some time looking at old pictures tonight. Can you believe he used to look like this?

And that Eric and I looked like this? (First anniversary trip!)

He was a good little dog.

Little Helper

The baby insisted on feeding Beau three times tonight. He loves her.

Future Doctor?

The little guy has tried a few careers, and now the baby is shaping up to be a veterinarian. (She said her first sentence yesterday: "Get down, Beau!")

She loves helping Beau take his medicine. The job involves holding a spoonful of peanut butter with pills stuck in it.

She's so good at this! Look at those two!

Put him to work!

The little guy helped me scrub our living room rug the other day (due to Beau's regimen of diuretics for his heart, all our indoor rugs are put away).

 He's earning his keep!

Getting Better All the Time!

The baby still looks awful, but is doing SO much better. Hooray! After dinner, everyone headed out to check on the garden and play baseball in the yard (we're in a rut). The baby's feet are hurting her, so she sat in a little rocking chair to watch the game.

Even Beau came out with us to enjoy the evening. Ah, summertime.

Future Vet?

Poor Beau has to take a big dose of medicine three times a day. We've been giving it to him in peanut butter so that he's interested in eating it. The baby has started helping out-- she loves holding the spoon while he eats off of it and Beau sure doesn't seem to mind.

Beau-Beau

Poor Beauregard has 10,000 nicknames-- we call him Beau, Beau-zy, Boses, Beau-zy Schmoe-zy, Boses Smoses, etc. The baby calls him Beau-Beau, which is adorable. Here's a video of him waiting so, so, so very patiently. (And all for naught.) Poor pup.

New Favorites

I have a new favorite recipe… I was scrounging for dinner during our hellacious Thanksgiving week and heated up shredded rotisserie chicken and salsa in a skillet as the base for tacos. It was really yummy! I made it again tonight, but with some diced chiles in adobo added for even more flavor. All four of us scarfed our tacos, and I managed to get this shot of Beau's typical dinnertime position:

Hope springs eternal.

On the mend...

After a lazy day at home with lots of snuggles from me…

… and from the dog...

… I think she'll be all better by Monday. She enjoyed her applesauce this afternoon, and her appetite picked up this evening.

Get this girl a purse!

She obviously needs a purse... where else can she keep her play-doh container?

Or is she taking lessons from Beau again?

Leave me out of this!

Role Models

The little guy looks up to his daddy-- it is soooo cute. Eric had a softball game last night, and the little dude dressed up in his softball outfit, too. He brought his new glove and three baseballs to play with during the game, and I think the highlight of his life was getting to sit in the dugout with the team. Here are my two guys walking to the field together.

The baby has a slightly different role model right now-- Beau!

Does that photo look familiar?

.... And He's Done.

Two night ago, the little guy wanted to hold the baby. Here it is!

I love it when he's like "Ok, I'm totally done with this now" and literally shoves her off his lap. Can you tell we're used to that?

Since he hasn't made an appearance here in a while, here's Beau. He's all old and stuff now, so he's a calm little snuggle-bunny (as opposed to a high-strung maniac).

Cheese!

We had a lovely helper come watch the baby while we rearranged the contents of some boxes (yay moving!). Eric tried to get a nice picture of the baby and her great-grandmother, but apparently Beau thought he was the real star of the show.

Happy New Year!

Home Sweet Home

The little booger (the original little booger) has continued taking pictures of things with my camera. Here's his view of his new little sister (our little shrimp?).

 He took this great one of Beau:

 He also captured this self-portrait with trucks in the background:

I think this one is the funniest, though. Mr. Stinkypants didn't want Eric to come inside until he'd had his picture taken. Doesn't Eric look happy and warm?

Good times.