The Weekend!

It’s the WEEKEND! Sure, I don’t work so the days are pretty indistinguishable for me. Except of course for the glorious two days a week my Smoochy is home and happy! We’ve got quite a nice little ritual. Saturdays are the one day a week Jack and Scooter are allowed up in our bed, so we usually start the day with puppy snuggling. After we’re all good and awake it’s off to the dog park. Today was no exception. We skipped the snuggling because we woke up late, but man the dog park was a riot. You should see Scooter run with the big dogs! HE’S FEARLESS! The whole thing is hilarious. There are probably at least twenty or thirty neighborhood folks with their dogs that all meet each weekend at the park for some socializing. It’s amusing because though most people don’t know all the humans’ names everyone seems to know all the dogs’ names. When we walk up usually someone says, “Hi Jack and Scooter!” It’s like the owners are the inconsequential ones for a couple hours. People are referred to as “Spot’s owner” or “the lady with Fido.”

Oh well, I’m sure I’ve written about the butt-sniffing-bonanza that is the dog park before so I’ll move on. Jacob’s stepdad, Greg, is here for the weekend. He’s dropping off a load in LA, so was able to pop in and spend sometime with us. It’s nice to see him, and it will hopefully help keep my mind off waiting impatiently for labor to begin. I love Greg, and I am very glad he’s here. It's nice that he can stop by for the occasional visit. We don't have any other family with that capapbility. Greg’s youngest sister lives close (35-45 minuet drive) so she, her husband, and baby son will be coming for a visit tomorrow (Sunday). Very nice.

Well, I suppose I’ll wrap up this EXCITING post. ;-) Greg and Jacob are at the Mecca of all electronic stores, Fry’s (it’s BIGGER than Best Buy!) and I am ready to finish up the last pages of a great book I’ve been into the last two days, Clive Barker’s Abarat. (If you follow any link in this post, take this one!) It’s a dark and slightly twisted Alice in Wonderland story. It’s not heavy reading at all, but a perfect escape.

And YES! The beard is gone! I didn't think it'd come off so soon, but I am very happy to have my butt-chinned-baby back! His experiment with facial hair took a turn for the worst last weekend when he shaved off half the beard leaving only the mustache and a goatee. It was all over after that. The poor guy looked pretty silly; notice a picture didn't even make the blog! It was just a matter of time until the rest would come off!