So I had my first armadillo sighting this week. It was about five hours after Tristan asked if there were armadillos around here. "Yeah......there's some around here." (I think.) And then five hours later, one appears. The irony is that the picture above is not my first armadillo sighting. (Actually my second.) It was about 11 at night (that's what time it finally cools down, and I was on the evening jog, and busy on the lookout for snakes when I saw something lumbering along in front of me. "Oh my goodness, an armadillo. My first armadillo. Oh my goodness!" And I started chasing him. And he did not speed up. Before we had an encounter though, I gained some clarity, like....if you catch him, are you going to pet him? So I let him go and was sorry I didn't have a camera nearby.
(Close up of his face. Cute, huh?)So anyway, just as I got done running and got back to the Jeep, I heard a noise behind me, and turned around....another armadillo! So, since I had seen my first one about an hour before, I considered myself an armadillo expert and thought "These guys do not move fast." So I went and got the camera, which was luckily in the Jeep, and went back to find him. (We were at the park.)
Anyway, since it was late and dark, the only way I could find the little guy was to push down on my camera button till it shines this red light right before it takes a picture, and then swing the camera around till I saw the armadillo again.
Anyway, my second take on armadillos is that they can move fast (and skittishly), and I was glad there was a fence between us the whole time.
So....in other news, we're all glad to have Tristan here! He arrived Monday night, several hours delayed and without luggage. It took them a whole day to get the luggage to us. My, my, people.
Other news....Summer is on an eating rebellion. Everytime she eats something, it's a victory. Today, some Teddy Grahams, Cheerios, and yogurt. This was a big day.
I went out to get some pictures of the progress on the house. There's our building permit hanging up by the road, and some of the mesquite in the background (some day that will all be gone and we'll have lovely big trees and grass.)
More of the same.
And again.
Here's the view of the house from the road.
It would appear that our address will someday be 155 Glass Lane, but I'm a little skeptical about telling people that because one day I went to the development office to ask them some questions about all these forms we needed to fill out to get a building permit. I was thinking it would be a quick in and out trip (this was back in February), anyway, I took all the stuff we had from buying the land, the survey and all that stuff with me. Anyway, the lady was like, you have everything you need, just sit down and fill out all this stuff, and then I was supposed to draw this little sketch of where the house was going to be and the driveway and so forth, so anyway, I did it because I wanted the building permit, but it wasn't very accurate. Blah, blah, blah, the end of the story is that I drew in some dimensions about how far the house/driveway would be from the property line, which turned out to be off by quite a bit because I was just guessing that day, so I'm a little afraid when it's all over and done, they'll come out to give us a "permanent 911 address" and change our address on us, and that would be annoying and confusing. (Our current address is considered a "temporary 911 address".) Anyway, that's my story for now. If it's not 155 Glass Lane, it will probably be 154 Glass Lane or 156, maybe all the mail will get to us anyway.
These pictures, I'm afraid, give the highly incorrect impression that it's not very sunny and 900 degrees here. (Oh dear, I just accidently deleted the next picture.) Anyway, it is 900 degrees, sunny, and Tristan may or may not have a sun burn. I am currently more concerned about the third degree burn on my finger from a scotcharoo that I put in the microwave. Seriously, it wasn't even in there for 25 seconds. This reminds me of everything that is wrong with the world.
I believe the picture that I accidently deleted showed the whole thing in one shot. This is under the house. (The garage is on the right - not shown in the picture.)
I know these pictures are boring, but it's evidence that something is happening. That is good.
Yep, there it is.
Anyway, I guess that's all my house pictures, back to Summer. Looks like she's posing here, although there's something really weird about this picture, I can't figure out what it is though.
Still drinking her milk (from a bottle, of course, don't try to trick me with those sippy cups, parents), even though she's not eating much.
Ah, my fingers are sticky.
(My new favorite picture of Summer.)
More of the same.
And again.
Here's the view of the house from the road.(This is not a trick picture, there is nothing to see.)
Except maybe our quasi-driveway.
It would appear that our address will someday be 155 Glass Lane, but I'm a little skeptical about telling people that because one day I went to the development office to ask them some questions about all these forms we needed to fill out to get a building permit. I was thinking it would be a quick in and out trip (this was back in February), anyway, I took all the stuff we had from buying the land, the survey and all that stuff with me. Anyway, the lady was like, you have everything you need, just sit down and fill out all this stuff, and then I was supposed to draw this little sketch of where the house was going to be and the driveway and so forth, so anyway, I did it because I wanted the building permit, but it wasn't very accurate. Blah, blah, blah, the end of the story is that I drew in some dimensions about how far the house/driveway would be from the property line, which turned out to be off by quite a bit because I was just guessing that day, so I'm a little afraid when it's all over and done, they'll come out to give us a "permanent 911 address" and change our address on us, and that would be annoying and confusing. (Our current address is considered a "temporary 911 address".) Anyway, that's my story for now. If it's not 155 Glass Lane, it will probably be 154 Glass Lane or 156, maybe all the mail will get to us anyway.
These pictures, I'm afraid, give the highly incorrect impression that it's not very sunny and 900 degrees here. (Oh dear, I just accidently deleted the next picture.) Anyway, it is 900 degrees, sunny, and Tristan may or may not have a sun burn. I am currently more concerned about the third degree burn on my finger from a scotcharoo that I put in the microwave. Seriously, it wasn't even in there for 25 seconds. This reminds me of everything that is wrong with the world.
I believe the picture that I accidently deleted showed the whole thing in one shot. This is under the house. (The garage is on the right - not shown in the picture.)
I know these pictures are boring, but it's evidence that something is happening. That is good.
Yep, there it is.
Anyway, I guess that's all my house pictures, back to Summer. Looks like she's posing here, although there's something really weird about this picture, I can't figure out what it is though.
Still drinking her milk (from a bottle, of course, don't try to trick me with those sippy cups, parents), even though she's not eating much.
Ah, my fingers are sticky.
(My new favorite picture of Summer.)Here she is doing some drive-by eating. This is an annoying habit of hers. Won't eat in her high chair, but will eat if she takes one bite and walks off with the food. Especially annoying if it's a piece of watermelon.
Napping on the bed one morning.
Ah yes, here we are at our presidential non-sighting. President Obama came to town (Austin) one day, so I thought I would drive in to see him. The airport is on this side of town, so my strategy was that I would go and park close to the airport in hopes of seeing Air Force One land, and then see their whole entourage drive by, and then I figured traffic wouldn't even be so much of a problem since on our side of the airport, it shouldn't be so busy. So anyway, we drove into town, drove past the airport, and this is true, right after the airport, there were cops lining the road for as far as I could see in the direction that he will be travelling. (Speculation: Presidents probably mistakenly think there are more cops in the world than there are.) Anyway, so shortly after the airport, I found a gas station, and parked there. There were already other vehicles parked there lined up to see him go by. I was actually feeling pretty smart because there was a stoplight right out in front of the gas station so I was imagining maybe they will have to stop at it, and we'll get to see the whole thing for a little big longer. Anyway, there were some helicopters circling overhead, and lots of people hanging out waiting for this big event. Anyway, after a while, one of the helicopters landed and then took off again, and there was this huge ripple through the crowd and everyone said Obama was on the helicopter. Well, maybe he was, but what about all the cops lining the road from there to downtown? I was skeptical at first, but after a while, the crowd thinned out, and I faced the facts that we had been tricked and we weren't going to see any excitement. Boring. At least we didn't get stuck in traffic. Scott got home over an hour late just from waiting in traffic. Next time......I'm considered that if I care enough, I should hang out near the destination instead of near the airport. Would have been a lot more interesting if it was President Bush.
What a sweet princess.
Summer is catching on to more things all the time. She claps on demand. ("Clap, clap, clap, Summer") Refuses to wave on demand, but whenever she feels like it, she'll wave at someone coming or going.
She doesn't say no yet, but whenever she is doing something she's not supposed to, and I say no to her, she usually carries on and says "Nah..." Like if she wants to eat the kitty food, and I shout "No!" from across the room (I know, small place, that would be like three feet away), she'll just shake her head and say "Nah..." and continue to try to eat the food and pour out the water. (Very annoying, although probably the only time the floor gets cleaned, when I clean up spilled water.)
These pictures are more in the series called "What happens when I'm not around"
It looks like she's having a good time.
Napping on the bed one morning.
Ah yes, here we are at our presidential non-sighting. President Obama came to town (Austin) one day, so I thought I would drive in to see him. The airport is on this side of town, so my strategy was that I would go and park close to the airport in hopes of seeing Air Force One land, and then see their whole entourage drive by, and then I figured traffic wouldn't even be so much of a problem since on our side of the airport, it shouldn't be so busy. So anyway, we drove into town, drove past the airport, and this is true, right after the airport, there were cops lining the road for as far as I could see in the direction that he will be travelling. (Speculation: Presidents probably mistakenly think there are more cops in the world than there are.) Anyway, so shortly after the airport, I found a gas station, and parked there. There were already other vehicles parked there lined up to see him go by. I was actually feeling pretty smart because there was a stoplight right out in front of the gas station so I was imagining maybe they will have to stop at it, and we'll get to see the whole thing for a little big longer. Anyway, there were some helicopters circling overhead, and lots of people hanging out waiting for this big event. Anyway, after a while, one of the helicopters landed and then took off again, and there was this huge ripple through the crowd and everyone said Obama was on the helicopter. Well, maybe he was, but what about all the cops lining the road from there to downtown? I was skeptical at first, but after a while, the crowd thinned out, and I faced the facts that we had been tricked and we weren't going to see any excitement. Boring. At least we didn't get stuck in traffic. Scott got home over an hour late just from waiting in traffic. Next time......I'm considered that if I care enough, I should hang out near the destination instead of near the airport. Would have been a lot more interesting if it was President Bush.
What a sweet princess.
Summer is catching on to more things all the time. She claps on demand. ("Clap, clap, clap, Summer") Refuses to wave on demand, but whenever she feels like it, she'll wave at someone coming or going.
She doesn't say no yet, but whenever she is doing something she's not supposed to, and I say no to her, she usually carries on and says "Nah..." Like if she wants to eat the kitty food, and I shout "No!" from across the room (I know, small place, that would be like three feet away), she'll just shake her head and say "Nah..." and continue to try to eat the food and pour out the water. (Very annoying, although probably the only time the floor gets cleaned, when I clean up spilled water.)
These pictures are more in the series called "What happens when I'm not around"
It looks like she's having a good time.Even if she looks intoxicated.
This might be part of the eating rebellion. I see that her tray is completely clean.
Well, that's about all for now.
Next week house pictures will be more interesting.
This might be part of the eating rebellion. I see that her tray is completely clean.
Well, that's about all for now.
Next week house pictures will be more interesting.
