
First, I would like to say that I am not ever going to look at Lon and repeat those age old words, may your child be just like you. Apparently my very own Mother did that to me. Vehemently. Please note the slightly diabolical look on Lon's face. He is about to show me what he figured out how to do. He had to push the toy over to the couch, then he got up on the toy and started to climb on the couch. He was very very pleased with himself. No more letting him play while I scan the paper. He has figured out how to move things around and use them to climb up on other things. To look out the window, to just see what is up there. I guess one day when I was a kid Mom found me on top of the fridge. This is scary.

Lon wanted to go outside. Sounded like a fine idea! First we went to the backyard. The tummy cam was back in operation. What fun! Lon would crawl over to me and *push* me over and we would roll around on the grass, which made the little guy laugh! 
We then went out to play in the front yard. No land mines from the dog. Or bird feathers. I think the neighbors cat got a bird in the back yard. There were little feathers all over the place! 
We were out in the front yard when Daddy came home!! Hurray for Daddy !! 
Seems like all boys love cars!
After Daddy came home, Lon was tired so he is now napping. It was a long day!
These next pictures are for Grandmother P. My Fushia plant, my first rose of the season, her peonies and the pilfered sitka rose from the airport ferry parking lot in Ketchikan. (I took a cutting of it, rooted it and planted it. It seems to like it here) 










Lon is supervising the brushing of the pets. On Sunday, Mark thought it would be a good idea to run the sweeper. So we moved furniture, ran the sweeper. But the sun was shining and the floors looked awful. We got out the steam cleaner. We really cleaned the floors. Then put all the furniture back. I went down stairs to start work on the laundry room. I emptied out the things I could move. I went to get all the icky stuff from behind the washer and dryer. I moved out the washer. Why did I ever get so ambitious? Last year we had a leak in the washer. Well, now there was mold under it. EW. Serious ew. I called Mark, he brought me the bleach. I cleaned out under the washer. Then I went to move the dryer, bad idea. The dryer gave shock. Nasty. My elbow still hurts when I move my fingers. I hope it gets better. Mark tilted the dryer and I got under it with the sweeper. Finally we were DONE. Then we had a thought, perhaps we should brush the pets, since that was what started this whole thing in the first place. Too much pet hair on the floor. I brushed the dog, Mark got to brush the cats. 
































