Thursday, December 30, 2010

splish splash

Lola loves to swim. She loves it so much that she asks, daily, if we can go swimming.

Well, we don’t live in a town with a community center, but we are fortunate enough to have the chance to go to open swim at the high school from time to time. My one (tiny) complaint is that the open swim hours are not exactly working mom friendly. Like 7-9 p.m. Fridays. When her bedtime is 7:30 p.m. And 1-3 p.m. when her naptime is noon. But that is my problem, not theirs (the school district’s). We just keep her up later than unusual and let her operate on adrenaline while splashing around.

Always, it is a great time.

Yet, my little Miss Independent hates that she is constricted. She hates that I hold her and guide her and move her around.

“No mommy hold Lola!”

“Lola do it!”

“Mommy, let go!”

So, well, I did. I let her sink. Only to where the water covered her mouth and nose for a split-second, and then caught her again, lifting her above the water with a smirk meant to say, “See, that’s why Mommy holds on.”

Instead? Lola loved it.

In fact, she spent the next ten minutes or so hanging onto the wall and dunking herself. She would only cover her mouth and face, but she was so proud of herself.

“Lola underwater!”

“Lola like underwater!”

Of course, then she got a little too into it. And she dunked her whole head. She came up very upset, asking for a “othcoth” (translation: washcloth). And I just helped wipe the water from her face and explained that the fun of swimming is getting wet. It happens. She was OK, and soon went back to dunking herself. Halfway in.

Still, I would like to find her some floaties or a life jacket, just so she can “swim” without needing me to hold her. It is just the wrong time of year.

We only get to the pool once every three weeks or so. I have to work and the times do not always work for us.

But, as expected, the first thing she said this morning when she woke up was, “Mommy swim with Lola today?”

- Bethany :)

Monday, December 27, 2010

Lola's third Christmas

We had a wonderful Christmas. We got to see all of our families, even if it was just for a short amount of time each. But at least we saw everyone who was available.

Lola, I think, was a bit present-ed out by the end of the weekend. We got home Sunday, after all of our Twin Cities Christmases, and said "no" when we asked her if she wanted to open presents from Daddy and me.

So we didn't. Instead, we opened all of her other gifts and let her play. And she loved it. Then, an hour or so later, we opened our family gifts.

There are many, many memories we will remember from this year.

One of them, I think, will always be "Frosty."

Lola was in the backseat on Christmas morning as we left Maple Grove to drive toward my parents' place. She started talking about the "snowman" so Ray and I were looking around outside, along 694, looking for the snowman. We didn't see anything.

But Lola would not let up. And, finally, Ray figured out that she was saying "snowman show," referencing the (original) "Frosty the Snowman" TV show, her newest favorite.

We didn't know where this was going until we, faintly, heard "... heard him holler, 'Stop!'" on the radio.

Sure enough, Lola immediately had realized that "Frosty the Snowman" was on the radio. And it was the them3e to the "snowman show" that she loves so much.

Throughout the weekend, she would always be the first to realize when the "snowman song" came on the radio. She would smile and start dancing. pretty cute.

- Bethany :)

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

random thoughts

Right about the time Ray and I got married, or shortly thereafter, I would wonder what it would be like if I could just see - just for a minute - what life would be like five years in the future. Not that we weren’t happy and all that (well, actually, the first year of marriage, for us, was hell-ish), but we had our little quirks and problems and I just wanted to know if they turned out well.

In retrospect, we did just fine. I’m not sure how I would have handled the whole seeing us in Bemidji part of the equation, but once I caught even a glimpse of little Lola, I would be sold.

And packing my bags.

Roughly twelve months ago I wrote that I was not crazy in love with the idea of moving on to 2010 … 2009 had, overall, been a really great year for us.

And in retrospect?

That’s harder to say.

We’ve had a wonderful year on so many levels – Lola (always!), moving into the house, and, currently, living through the experience of carrying our second child.

But we had so many downers too – the house issues (i.e. the sewer issue) and the car situations. We miscarried in August. On Primary Election Day, actually (great timing for a reporter, I might add). It was pretty awful.

But, looking back, it all seems to have worked out. We survived.

These past few weeks, since just before Thanksgiving, we seem to be gelling a bit again. Everything seems to be clicking back into place. We’ve finished Christmas shopping. We even got the wrapping all but done (one gift left, I need a box). Lola is watching the piles of gifts get bigger. She is experiencing Christmas holiday shows for the first time with awe (“Frosty the Snowman” is her latest favorite).

Christmas is for the kids. I’ve heard this before. But to see it, to watch her watch me wrap gifts and wonder why we are “hiding” the toys or whatever, it’s enlightening. She runs around the house pointing to all of our Baby Jesus figurines and pictures. She signs along the “Jingle Bells” and begs nightly to drive around the city looking at Christmas light displays.

It really can be a magical time of year.

And we're enjoying living it.

Merry Christmas,
- Bethany :)

Monday, December 20, 2010

Apparently I have a belly

I have been wearing maternity pants for a while, but I'm hesitant to break out the maternity shirts. They look too big on me and I just look like I had a few too many Twinkies last week.

I'm not keeping the pregnancy a secret, but neither have I been announcing it from the rooftops either.

Anyhow, while waiting for court to start last week (for work, in case you were wondering), I bumped into a guy I know through work. He is one of those who has to put up with my incessant question-asking every week or so. But I haven't seen him much lately.

I was wearing an unzipped jacket with a sweater. Nothing particularly revealing or form-fitting. But he took one glance at me and asked, "Are you having another baby?"

I really wanted to say no, just to be difficult. But the man is dealing with some health stuff and I did not want to add to his stress. So I just smiled and confirmed.

- Bethany :)

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

a heartbeat

Ray, as often as he can somehow drop it into a conversation, likes to remind me that I didn't cry when Lola was born. That he, not I, was a bumbling mess when they finally handed me our daughter.

I had no reaction. I might have had the tiniest smile.

Of course, I attribute this to the 30 hours of labor and three hours of pushing, but he doesn't care about that.

During our first pregnancy, I remember reading online about all these expectant mothers who bawled when they heard the heartbeat.

I didn't.

And then I would read about those who cried when they saw their babies on the ultrasound screen.

I didn't do that either.

In fact, the only time I remember crying while expecting Lola was after the 41-week doctor checkup when she told me it would be at least one more week before she would consider inducing me. (You'd cry too.)

So today?

When I finally heard that heartbeat (this time I actually recognized it!)...

I still didn't cry.

I smiled. But didn't tear up.

It wasn't until I left the office and drove toward work that I realized I really wasn't attached much to this pregnancy, didn't expect it to be real - or stick - this time. (Maybe that explains the too-frequent binges on Pepsi and Mountain Dew and the too-infrequent prenatal vitamins...).

Then I teared up. For just the split-est second.

And I got to work and poured myself some water. And took my Flintstone vitamins.

- Bethany :)

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

fun family times

How many activities can you pack into four-plus days?

I'm still exhausted from this past week's trip to the Cities. But we all had lots of fun, I think.

We got into town Wednesday evening, spending a relaxing night with Ray's parents for dinner and my parents just visiting and getting settled.

And Thursday, the events started ... and they didn't stop until we got in the car Sunday to head home.

Thursday morning, us Wesleys met with Grandma and Grandpa Wesley and Auntie Wendy to visit Como Zoo, where we were very pleased to spend time walking alongside some greenery in the conservatory and then visiting as many animals as we could.

Lola's favorites were, by far, the seals and the giraffes. She was terrified of the 500-pound gorilla, who had the audacity to take a few steps in her direction. She liked the tigers and the monkeys, but she kept wanting to return to watch the seals some more.

Unfortunately, we could not see the polar bears' new exhibit, but their building still had plenty of other things to see - and touch.

We said goodbye to the Wesleys and Lola's daddy just after noon or so. Ray went to meet some friends for a couple of days (and win some poker dollars).

Lola and I then joined up with Grandma Evans, spending the rest of Thursday getting some Christmas photos taken and going to the local mall for some rides.

Lola has been asking to ride "Blacky," on the big carousel since she heard we were going to visit Grandma. She loves the horsey rides. A lot.

And now the mall also has a little train ride, so she and I tried that out, too.

Friday, us three girls went to the Mall of America in the morning, where Lola was completely impressed by the the sights and sounds. She was a little intimidated of Nickelodeon Universe, though she liked to watch the activity. She, especially, was impressed by the big Dora and Boots forms, which were visible from the third floor when we stopped for lunch.

Friday evening, Grandpa Dave met us all at home and we made our annual visit to downtown Macy's to visit the eighth floor.

She was absolutely mesmerized by the display.

Now if only Macy's was willing to, you know, change the display every couple of years... But that is a rant for another day.

Saturday, we just spend the morning at my parents' place until the afternoon, when we left to head to our first Christmas celebration.

We drove in this for 2.5 hours.

And I use the term "drove" very loosely. We mostly sat in place and waited.

But we made it to my brother's house, and enjoyed an evening of food, fun and, yes, a few presents.

Lola loves her new paint set.

She wouldn't even let Ray sit next to her in fear that he would try to "help" or have some painting fun himself.

Too cute.


So we've been busy! And we did so much more - like visiting friends and meeting new babies. It was, really, a great weekend.

But an exhausting one.

- Bethany :)

Monday, November 29, 2010

Bedtime battles

“I miss the crib.”

These were Ray’s words today when he called me during Lola’s naptime (he is home today).

Lola has a habit: being very, very, very quiet during bedtime – but avoiding actually going to sleep.

We noticed things were changing a few weeks ago. We used to put her in bed and, bang, she was asleep. Then, we noticed that she would quietly get out of bed, get a toy and then get back into bed and go to sleep.

Now? Well, she goes and gets a baby doll, the baby doll’s stroller, the tea set and a few puzzles. Occasionally, she gets a few books or her little singing dog toy. She might even decide to open the toy box and take everything out. You just never know.

One day I found that she went into her closet (which I apparently forgot to close), opened her diaper rash cream and smeared it all over the (new!) carpet.

Another time, she opened her ponytail bands container and dumped them all out. (I know this does not sound like a big deal, but picture the clear – invisible – itty bitty rubber bands used in braces. They are like that. Hundreds and hundreds of barely colored bands. It took me days to find them all. And I am still finding new ones.)

But the thing is, she is being quiet. So quiet you can't even hear her making noise. I did find that one of the advantages of our older homes i the the doors are all 2 inches above the floor - so if I lay down flat and per under the door I can see Lola, in bed, quietly playing or (supposedly) trying to go to bed.

Anyhow, things have been less than stellar at bedtime. And Ray’s patience whas quickly been thinning. So last night, after hearing her playing quietly for more than an hour after we had put her to bed, he took the baby doll and stroller away – her most favorite toys. And she cried. But she went to sleep.

He reported, though, today, that at naptime he had to take away the doll, the stroller, the baby bottle, the tea set and a few random stuffed animals.

I think he is considering throwing all of her toys into the closet and locking the doors at bedtimes.

Fun times. Sigh.

The nice thing about it all, though, is that it works in the morning time too. She lets us sleep! Today, we woke up late-ish and Ray went to check on Lola, finding her playing quietly on her bedroom floor. Who knows how long she was up?!


We had a nice Thanksgiving, albeit a quiet one. I worked that day and Saturday, so we had a strange combination of days off. But it worked out. Ray prepared a fabulous dinner for the three of us – Lola loved it (especially the turkey skin) – and then we spent Friday shopping and buying and decorating our Christmas tree.


A first: Yesterday, we went grocery shopping and I could kind of hear Lola very softly signing her ABCs. She does this quite a bit sometimes, just softly trying to see if she can remember the words to certain songs or something.

I didn’t think anything of it until I realized that I was mentally singing along with her – and she hadn’t missed a single letter.

Sure enough, she sang them a few more times and did them completely (if you excuse “double” for W and “egg” for X).

So proud.

(And that goes for Lola, too. She just beamed, knowing she had done it.)

- Bethany :)

Thursday, November 18, 2010

* smile *

Well, we’re going to have an extra-special Thanksgiving this year.

Lola is going to be a big sister.

We’ve known for a little while now. I am not quite out of the first trimester, but the second trimester is right around the corner. I am due in mid-June (which means I am mentally preparing myself for a 4th of July baby, based on past performance).

We are excited and anxious and scared and thrilled and very happy.

And also sick and tired and crabby – but that is mostly just me enduring a rather difficult first trimester. But it should be over soon. I hope.

I had my first appointment last week, but I did not get to hear a heartbeat or anything – it was just too early – but Dr. said all was good and healthy, so I am being optimistic that all is well. Considering the never-ending nausea this time around, I am not very worried.

So that is that. I didn’t know when – or how – to announce, but I felt like it was just time to do so. Maybe I am just in a happy mood due to the short work week. Or yesterday’s snowstorm. Either way, I just wanted to share.

Have a great Thanksgiving!
- Bethany :)

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

You know you're an English geek when...

... you find yourself playing word games with your child's name.

I realized something today, thanks to a mistype in a text to my husband. My daughter's name - Lola - is one character off from the commonly used texting/e-mail phrase LOL. It made me smile.

Which made me think of "Mad About You," an old favorite sitcom. When the couple, Jaime and Paul, have a daughter, they struggle with giving her a name. And in that episode Jaime's mother is always offering advice in the terms of acronyms. I can't now remember what they were, but they were about remembering bottles and other baby supplies and such. Anyhow, she tells Jaime at one point that "mothers always bring extra love" and Jaime thinks it is supposed to be an acronym (it wasn't), but realized it spelled, Mabel. And that is what they named their daughter.

A long story, I know, to basically point out that Lola could be an acronym for a whole bunch of sayings, so I've been playing with some day.

It's been a fun game so far this morning.
- Bethany :)

Monday, November 15, 2010

fun, messy days

No one was really thrilled with the idea of leaving the house on Sunday, we we all stayed in and Lola and I marked my latest birthday with a lot of messes.

I try not to be super obsessive about having a clean house, but, yeah, it certainly does (usually) factor into what we do at home. But on Sunday, I decided my birthday present for myself was for Lola to just have a day to do whatever sounded fun at the time.

So I took out the (washable) markers, which does not happen too often (just always seems so much safer to use crayons). But figured a cold, wet day was as good as any other to let her color all over some paper, the table and, yes, even herself.

She then decided to make just one more pretty picture, but did so in a new way.

(Yes, I'm thinking finger paints might be a good idea for Christmas...)


After coloring for a bit, Lola was still in a crafty kind of mood. So we decided to find some playdo. The problem was, though, that we don't have any. So we had to make our own, which ended up being half the fun anyways.

She and I played with the playdo for a couple of hours. First in little clumps. Then we took out the cookie cutters.


While lots of you "southerners" got inches and inches (if not a foot of snow), we did get a very light dusting, but, mostly, it all missed us.

It certainly wasn't Lola's first snowfall, but it was as if she was experiencing it for the first time all over again. She didn't know what to think.

My parents were in town for the weekend, so she went outside with her daddy, grandpa and her favorite little doggy, Roma.

Lola was NOT impressed with the sled. But she was intrigued by the snow.

Whether she still loves it six months from now remains to be seen...
- Bethany :)

Friday, November 12, 2010

Lola sings the alphabet

This would be so much better on video, but I'm lazy...

Capital letters mean she is confident and loud. Lower case not so much. The rest is self-explanatory.


She loves the letter Y. Always belts that one out...

Have a good weekend.
- Bethany :)

Monday, November 8, 2010


LOVE this picture. Pure joy.

And I needed a smile today: Less than one month after the Focus left us, Ray's Ranger has decided it doesn't want to live without its good pal. The clutch went out on Friday so we, again, are saying goodbye to another vehicle.


But because I really don't want to think about that right now, I am focusing on Lola, who had a wonderful weekend "helping" Ray rake up the leaves in the backyard.

I helped a little (very little). At the end, we got lazy and decided to use the wagon to transport leaves to the compost pile. Lola enjoyed this aspect, too, because she got lots of rides!

And playtime!

It was just one of those super fun afternoons. (Well, not so much for Ray - I don't think he loved raking as much as Lola loved playing in the leaf piles...)

Lola, of course, loved jumping into the leaves. But Lola being Lola, she couldn't stand being dirty. So after each jump she had to stop and pick all of the leaves off her clothes.

It was pretty adorable.

So cute.

- Bethany :)

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Lola's first Halloween

I was not even really going to push Halloween this year. Lola, our shy and introverted little girl, is not ready for trick-or-treating or Halloween parties.

So I figured the Wesleys would do what the Wesleys have always done: ignore Halloween completely.

Sure, in the past, we have maybe carved a pumpkin and put Lola in a T-shirt or in Halloween orange. But we've avoided the infant costumes in the past.

But about two or three months ago, I took Lola to the mall. And we walked into Herberger's and Lola shrieked, pointing at a rack of Halloween costumes.

"Mommy! Bug! Mommy! Bug!"

She had spotted a ladybug outfit.

This is the same 2-year-old who goes to bed every night with a cute ladybug light-up night light toy and a plush ladybug animal.

Ladybugs are it. (This year anyway.)

So, she got a ladybug outfit.

And it has been hanging in her closet for a month or so now.

And Sunday ... she finally got to put it on.

Lola danced. She was so happy.

Then I brought her to the mirror, where she noticed for the first time that the hood on her costume had little bug ears, too.

Of course, we still had to get out of the house. Lola would not have handled trick-or-treaters very well. So we went to my dad's for the evening. He lives in the country, so his house is more or less ignored on Halloween, too. It worked well.

All in all, it was a pleasant Halloween.


Ray did end up carving one of the two remaining biggee pumpkins. This was the largest - 126 pounds. It was thicker than he was prepared for, about 4-5 inches thick. I think he only broke one knife carving it, though. Success.


Lola also got to dress up a bit the night before Halloween. She wore her new favorite jammies (because they come with a tutu, of course).

But something was missing...

Yep, shiny sparkly shoes.

She is so her mother's daughter.

Happy Election Day.
- Bethany :)

Wednesday, October 27, 2010


I know I have been neglecting this blog lately - give me a until next Thursday, after elections and I will be back better - but if anyone is still online and checking this, if you have a moment or two to visit an online mommy and send some prayers, they would be appreciated.

Warning: Anyone who is super sensitive may want to skip this. It is a difficult story to read, especially for twin mommies I would imagine. But good thoughts would be appreciated.

I do not know her "in real life" and do not know her well online either, but we are active on the same online site. And she is going through a very difficult time.

- Bethany :)

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Do they play 'Taps' for vehicles?

This week, we said goodbye to our faithful Focus.

She was a temperamental little thing, but she lasted seven years and 189,987 miles.

She moved me from Marshall to the Twin Cities. She moved Ray and I from our parents' homes to our first apartment home to our first Bemidji residence. And then she moved us to our first house.

She took us on countless backpacking, camping and canoe trips.

She took us on our honeymoons.

She brought Lola home from the hospital.

She hit an unknown number of curbs and squirrels.

She had at least 312 flats.

But, sadly, she died Sunday.

We were coming back home to Bemidji. it was late, maybe 11 p.m. She showed no signs of distress. Ray pulled into our driveway and got her nose into the garage stall.

And she died.

Her engine would have needed a complete rebuild. Which would have cost us three times what she was probably worth.

So we said goodbye.


I should have a picture. But it's funny how seldom you take pictures of your vehicles. I will add one later.


It just so happens we have a spare vehicle (long story).

So I get to go from my too-cramped Focus to a roomy Jeep.

All in all it works out.

But I still can't help but think about how she (the Focus) could have died at any point during that drive Sunday. I mean, she could have stranded us in Leader at 10 p.m. at night.

But she got us home.

- Bethany :)

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

I’m still here!

This has been a crazy fall. And it will just keep on being crazy until at least Election Day. We are all doing well and spending time together, but there is just not as much time available for blogging as there used to be!

Mainly, we have been preparing for the new carpet to come in, hopefully next week sometime, and doing a lot of painting. Well, Ray has been doing a lot of painting. I’ve been working. A lot.

But we also get great doses of Lola time.

She has become such a little ham lately. She likes to make you laugh and loves to smile.

Her new favorite activity is to “drive” Mommy’s car.

And ride the horseys at the mall.

She continues to be Miss Independent and wants to do everything herself – get dressed, change her diaper, make coffee (seriously), set the table, do laundry and feed the cat.

She loves to sit and read books with her parents and is getting to be quite the snuggler.

Dora is still her favorite on TV, but if we’re watching YouTube, it is all about Elmo.

She loves to run and jump and yell and give kisses and hugs.

She also is smart! We basically shop at two places lately: Walmart for food and household stuff and Home Depot for paint. So when we tell her we are going to the store, she always asks, “Fishy store or car store?” Because at Walmart, she can see the fish. And if we go to Home Depot, they have that car cart thing where the kids can sit and play with fake steering wheels. It’s pretty funny. What is not funny is when someone else is using the car cart and Lola has a mini meltdown. But it happens.

Her favorite toys right now are not toys as much as puzzles and blocks. And, of course, her tricycle and all of her balls.

She hates temporary tattoos and silly string. As in despises them. As in major temper tantrums.

She is growing up. I look at her and can’t believe that just last year we were amazed that she was walking so well and now she is running around the housing and climbing on the furniture. Not to mention jumping off the furniture.

We have entire conversations now. And I get real hugs and she tells me, “I love you Mommy.”

It’s awesome.
- Bethany :)

Monday, October 4, 2010

So how was YOUR weekend?!

“First off, Lola is fine, so don’t panic.”

This was how Ray greeted me when he called me Saturday. I was working. He was (supposedly) home with Lola.

We had decided – smartly, I think – to paint the master bedroom this weekend. We (finally) ordered the carpet for the basement and included new carpet for two of the bedrooms upstairs. (The third “extra” bedroom, the office, has old wood floors that we haven’t decided what to do with yet.) And it would probably make more sense to paint while the carpet that is in there can be ruined and wrecked.

So long story short, Ray had taken Lola to home Depot to buy paint. Afterward, they stopped for lunch. And he let her sit in a booster seat. Lola wiggled around and ended up falling, hitting her head on the table and then the floor. Poor thing.

She ended up with a rather impressive blue bump on her forehead.

Poor thing. And this time I mean Ray. He beat himself up about it all day Saturday.

She was fine – just a little shook up.

So later that afternoon I decided to give Ray a little break (and let him paint!). A friend of mine and I took Lola to see a visiting show. It was sponsored by the local early childhood education people. And I really thought Lola would enjoy it.


We lasted 2 minutes.

I didn’t realize that it was more than just a sing-along thing. I should have researched better… But the show features full-sized characters. As soon as the first friend – presented in a bear costume - walked out and started high-fiving and dancing, Lola had a M.E.L.T.D.O.W.N. She jumped into my chest and screamed to get out of there. We left. Quickly.

And apparently it traumatized her. Ever since, she keeps saying, “No scary bear, Mommy. OK? No scary bear.”

So … any guesses as to how Halloween might go?!

- Bethany :)

Monday, September 27, 2010


I spent my third night ever away from my child Saturday. Ray and I went to a (fun) wedding in Stillwater Saturday while our little Lola stayed with my parents.

Of course, we did get a few family pictures before Ray and I went out.

We had a good time at the wedding and reception. We talked up a good game, telling everyone that we left the 2-year-old with her grandparents so her parents could have a night out. We so rarely take time away from her.

But it wasn't too long before Ray leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I miss Lola."

And we did.

Friday, September 24, 2010

We won!!!

Ray won with a 126-pound pumpkin to his boss' 86 pounds!

The guys also weighed for a cumulative weight of their five pumpkins - and it only took us four pumpkins to out-weigh Ray's boss' five.

Yay Wesleys!

- Bethany :)

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

"my" time

I went to my first belly-dancing class last night.

I am not a dancer. Never have been, don't particularly enjoy it. But a friend of mine and I saw a belly-dancing demonstration a few weeks ago and talked about how it would be way out of our comfort zones - but didn't it kind of, at least a little bit, look like fun?

Before we knew it, we were signed up.

And walking, tentatively, into an elementary school gymnasium last night, tying scarves around our waists, kicking off our tennis shoes and walking in socked feet.

Nervous giggles.

Then class begins. And ends, 96 minutes later.

And I absolutely LOVED it.

Now I want to buy one of the scarves that have the bangles!

- Bethany :)

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The perfect day (Saturday)

7 a.m. – Lola wakes up.

7:11 a.m. – I drag myself out of bed.

7:15-8 a.m. – Lola and I watch some Dora, have some breakfast, just slowly wake up together.

8-9 a.m. – Lola and I have playtime.

9 a.m. – I wake Ray up, telling him I need to go pick up the cat (she was in surgery Friday and has an overnight stay). He surprises me and says we are all going to go. Cool.

9:30 a.m. – Leave.

9:32 a.m. – We realize that, like most of Bethany’s planning attempts, we’re going to be 22 minutes early for our 10 a.m. appointment. So we go to the bakery and get some donuts and coffee cake.

9:47 a.m. – Go to Dunn Bros for some coffee.

9:56 a.m. – Get to the animal clinic. Now this was Lola’s first-ever trip to the vet. We walked in and saw a dog, “Puppy!” Soon she saw the two friendly cats that wander around the place, “Kitties!” And, then, there was a puppy, a very excited puppy, “More dog!” Next, a young couple came in with two cats and a dog. Now things were getting a bit out of control. “Mommy! Kitties! Daddy! Puppies! More puppies! More kitties!” And she is Out. Of. Control. Matters are made a little worse when the puppy tries to give her kisses, "Mommy! No puppy kisses!"

10:24 a.m. – Finally leave animal clinic and go home with Lucy. Lucy sits on the backseat in our borrowed cat-carrying case. Which was enough to put Lola in another tizzy because the cat is next to her. And Lola wants to play. And Lucy is, well, in pain and wants to do nothing. Lola is shrieking with excitement and Lucy is crying because she hates the car. And is in pain.

10:30ish-11:30ish – Home Depot. Carpet considerations. Fun times. Get more paint. (Why does it seem like we always need more paint!?)

11:30ish-2ish – While Lola naps, Mom works, Dad paints, Lucy cuddles.

2:30ish – Lola wakes up. We want to do something fun. But no more driving around. So we decide to play in the backyard. But Lola insists on wearing her tutu. We play bocce ball, badminton, Frisbee, tag. Best. Afternoon. Ever.

5ish – Go to dinner (no one wanted to cook!).

6:30-7:30 – Playtime at home with Lola. Fun.

8 p.m. – Lola bedtime.

8-12 – Bethany kicks Ray’s butt in Wii. Lots.

- Bethany :)