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December 2009

....You just might miss your babies growing like mine did! (Points if you know which song that line comes from)

I was browsing through the picture folders on my laptop last night and came across what has got to be my favorite picture of H&M.  It was taken just a couple of days after we took them home, while they were still learning and taking in their new environment.  It was so cute watching them as they got used to the feeling of cement underneath their paws, only to be shocked when they stepped off the pavement onto the newly put in lawn.  They maneuvered cautiously at first, sniffing everything in site, but soon felt comfortable enough to run around and chase each other.  It seemed to take them forever to get from one end of the turf to the other.  They were my tiny 8 lb babies.

7 months and 45 lbs later, H&M strut around the backyard like they're kings.  They like to sunbathe and chew on sprinkler heads.  They take "treasures" they find from the garage and hide them in different corners of the yard.  It only takes a few strides for them to reach the other side of the lawn. They're still my babies, but they're my BIG babies now. :)

July 2010 - After a long day of playing in the sun

Friday Foto: Harvy

My mom is funny. Not in the she-tells-great-jokes kind of way... She immigrated to the United States about 30 years ago from the Philippines and can speak English fluently but still has a slight accent. Sometimes the fob in her will come out and she'll say or do things like this:

[Mom and I are driving on the freeway when all of a sudden, someone cuts her off causing us to swerve and almost hit the car in the other lane] Mom: Look at dat stupid guy! He almost hit us! Me: I know! What a jerk! Mom: I hate him [she makes the "thumbs up" gesture with her hand and pumps it in the air for the car in front to see] Me: What are you doing? Mom: I'm showing him how angry he made me! Me: [laughing] Umm.. no you're not! You're telling him "good job"! You're supposed to use your MIDDLE finger if you want him to know you don't like him.

See? She's funny. I love her.

Also, she can never tell our two dogs, Harry and Marv, apart. They have distinct looks, but no matter how many times we tell her who's who, she never gets it right and more often than not, she refers to Harry as "Harvy" - unintentionally combining the two names.

I kinda like it. Instead of H&M, I might start using "Harvy" to refer to both our little bullies:

iPhone pic