I still don’t get it

Stanley is fascinated by Phillip’s explanation of Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo? No? Okay, well then he’s watching Phillip eat dinner and wondering (as he always does) why he’s not allowed a seat at the table. He’s actually a little bit too close but was excused for the sake of art.

Three squares are better than two

Sherman slept in the other morning. Only Stanley joined me downstairs. I made both their breakfasts, put Stanley’s down, got my coffee and sat down at my computer. About ten minutes later, Sherman came bounding down the stairs and announced his availability for breakfast. I went to put his bowl down and discovered that it already was. And it was empty, hmmm… I guess the coffee has to come earlier in the process.

Mine

I bought Stanley this new “Angry Birds” toy. It was an impulse buy in the grocery store.

Stanley loves his toys. Sherman, not so much.

Maybe someday Stanley can play Angry Birds…

Sleep interruptus

This might be kind of gross if you’re reading it before your morning coffee, you are warned. The other night I must have woken up half a dozen times to the smell of anal glands not too far from my face. I am a very sound sleeper and it’s not as though I happened to wake up and, oh, that stinks! No, the smell is what woke me up, I’m quite sure of it. In addition to this unpleasantness, when we tried to move Stanley away from the head of the bed, he growled rather fiercely. He’s all bark and no bite but the growling is getting a little out of hand and will not be tolerated anymore. So Stan, if you growl, you’re OFF the bed. And please take your anal glands along with you.

Oops

Oops! I was going to post the DD from work today, but I forgot to upload the photo. So here are two shots from my phone, taken on the way and at the wonderful Princeton pool.

Say ahhhhh

I think this speaks for itself, wouldn’t you agree? Have a good weekend everyone. It’s going to snow and sleet here tomorrow so I am planning a lot of couch time with the boys and “The Stand.” I’m more than halfway through the book. The endless book…..

Hello tower, I’m coming in

Phillip has become very good at flying this small helicopter. Not like piloting a B-52 but then, what is? Take note of Stan’s sneer. The boys do NOT like the helicopter. Sometimes Stanley barks at it but usually he just runs out of the room.

This close proximity was made possible by (surprise, surprise) a handful of kibble on the floor. I have to get a video of this, it’s hysterical.

Zzzz

Stanley doesn’t usually have to take a mini-nap when he plays with Sherman…

Can you hear me now?

This is very puzzling, but Sherman isn’t always deaf. Lately I have noticed him react to Stanley’s barking, even in another room. But yet, you can walk up to him (while he’s awake but turned away) and scream his name to no avail. Phillip thinks he is selectively processing auditory input, I think it’s something in the air. Indeed, it’s a mystery.

Poopsicles

I bundled up yesterday at the warmest time of the day (23 degrees) and took the camera outside. The boys made a beeline to the corner of the deck and started to play with frozen poop, running around and trying to take it from each other. I tried pushing them away to no avail and so I went inside to get a collection bag.

By the time I’d returned outside they’d moved their party to a different venue, one in which the frozen poop was hidden from me but obviously not from them. They were chowing down.

The only good thing I can say about this is that frozen poop does not leave that trademark smell on their breath. A small consolation.