The weather has since turned to fall but it stayed rather nice and summerish for quite some time. Although I had intense anxiety about leaving the house, the backyard was always an option.
Zoey had a good few days in her water park before a hole was gouged in the bottom as a result of her throwing bricks into it.
Got to have some cousin-time before that happened, though.
Always preparing for our road show!
Already a captive audience in Louis.
Don't hate the player, hate the game.
Baby-lovers by day, kitty-killers by later that day. On one such day, while everyone was peacefully napping, I head some strange noises. I looked out the window into the backyard and see both dogs really going to town with something behind a tree. That, coupled with shrieks from my behind-neighbor, and I knew Louis had claimed another kitty. I briefly contemplated my chances of just pretending I wasn't home but ultimately decided to go outside and make a futile, this-is-really-just-for-show attempt at stopping the massacre. As Louis dragged the moments-from-death cat around the backyard, I repeatedly hit him over the head with a plastic racket from Zoey's badminton set. Well, I might as well have been beating him with a feather for all the good it did. The neighbor, in hysterics, came over to collect her cat, served up a hearty, "DAMN YOU!" to Louis, gave him a swift kick, and we haven't seen or spoken to them since. We always intend on saying something to them - perhaps even bringing them cookies - but whenever we're on their side of the neighborhood we're with the dogs and, well, we didn't think they'd appreciate that too much.
Mainly, *I* haven't felt like going anywhere so I've been making everyone stay inside with me.
Ok, so there's a chance I might have been/am being a bit dramatic over this whole having-two-kids-thing. There are people out there handling so much more than me. But whether you have one kid or are the Duggars, if you make an active effort in your children, parenting them is hard and should come with complimentary booze. So as we slowly settled into this-isn't-going-to-change-so-deal-with-it, we started leaving the house, gradually increasing the radius from our home.
No matter what we do - inside or outside - we're always pooped. And, no, I guess it really isn't all bad...