the world according to Owen

"Mom, look! I can smush up blueberries and make juice handprints on the couch!!"

Seriously.

I don't care if the kid has been reading since he was three, there are some cylinders not firing up there.

I fought the car and...

Poor Daisy, my stout and helpful basset, ran into a car this afternoon. She got off easy this time: a splint, a few stitches, and the Cone of Shame.  She does, however, most definitely need a Hound Cake.

every dog has her day

Mom: (mixing a bowl of batter)

Isaac: Hey, Mom! What you makin'?   (Isaac is drawn to the sound of the mixer like a moth to flame)

Mom: Pound cake.

Isaac: Is Daisy birfday?