Meet Bree Jay born 2/5/13 at 3:13 am, 7 lbs 14 oz, 20-1/2 inches long.
We can't wait to see her in person.
A whopping 10 pound Bluecat. The boy said this fish tasted better than any he's ever had before.

We enjoy them when they're here. Never ending entertainment out of those three.
Honey moved the kittens. Mr. Fuzz was acting ugly so I don't blame her, but I do miss them. Easy come, easy go.
Today her bruises have started showing up. Poor thing. The side of her knee is black and blue.
I take pictures so she can see what I'm talking about when I tell her her knee pits are purple.
These two are a little more timid and hang out close to Honey or hide behind the dog house. DH named the little tabby Stripes. That's his favorite of the three. The other one is Grumpy. He's got an attitude and it's not a pleasant one.
Mom's first knee surgery is Monday. I can't believe it's so close to time. Here's her snazzy red walker fitted out with a walker bag. You know a girl has to have a way to carry her Diet Dr. Pepper, book, and grabber thing. Now she can do it in style.
It has two outside pockets and is big on the inside. The straps are outfitted with snaps. Super easy to make.
The one at the very top was a thrift find and it weighs a ton. Quite a bit of the gold around the rim has worn away and it has a chip in the edge. It's had a hard life. 





I miss the little stinker already. She's growing like a weed.
Now I'm working in the living room and it's going to take forever.
I bought myself a new friend and Stanley and I are loving each other. I'd never get this done without him. He's been a big help with the insulation and vapor barrier. I'm sure we'll have a long and satisfying relationship.
I don't think I'm going to introduce DH to Stanley just yet. There's the small matter of letting me use the router. DH is stingy with his toys and I'm not inclined to share until he does. We're adults after all and that's how adults act. LOL!


We visited with the folks at the nursing home and they seem to be settling in okay. Everybody seems happy with the situation and is doing well. MIL couldn't remember my name half the time and so didn't have anything ugly to say.
She sure can yawn big for such a little thing.
She likes to listen to Peepaw talk.
Unfortunately it was time to come home. She's worn out from being passed back and forth between us.
We missed getting a picture of her upchucking down the front of my shirt. LOL! Somehow she got her fist inside the neck and used my shirt front as a barf bag. Peepaw thought it was funny. Meemaw, not so much.