Eyeing Her Watermelon

This series of pictures is funny to me, because Joshua and Clara are both enjoying a slice of watermelon, but Joshua can't keep his eyes of hers.  I didn't really notice it at the time I took the pictures.  At first glance, it would seem that something about hers is more appealing, but actually I think he's just curious about what kind of weirdo eats watermelon with a fork. It's like he's happily enjoying his, able to chow down as fast as his mouth can move, but he doesn't understand why someone would intentionally slow the process of putting sweet, delicious watermelon in their mouth by using a utensil, and he's genuinely curious about this foreign process.

Hannah is not a fan of watermelon (I know where she gets that from...), so she ate her regular meal inside.  However, yet again, the full day with no nap was too much for her.  Unlike previous times where she fell asleep on the trampoline or on the ottoman, this time it was right on her dinner plate!  There's still no way she's going to take an actual nap, so this is going to happen every so often until she gets older.

Getting a Taste of the Wild

Alex has always loved the outdoors, but unfortunately for him (well, fortunately for his lifespan, unfortunately for his desires) he's an indoor cat. He used to be responsible.  Several years ago we even trained him to sit nicely and not run away.   But that time is gone, and he is now irresponsible.  In fact, he takes every opportunity he can to bolt out of our house if someone leaves the door open for even a split second.  He used to be super eager to get outside but then was too terrified to go anywhere, so he'd just cower on the deck.  Or if he gets out the front door he immediately seeks shelter under a car in our driveway.  But each time, he gets a little bolder.  Now when he gets out in the back, he immediately goes under the deck, which is really annoying, because we can't get under there, so I have to use a long pole or something to shoo him out of there.  He's now even to the point of running out from under the deck and trying to scale the fence to get out of the back yard.  It really is concerning, because one time he really did get lost for a few days.  So we try our best to keep him in the house, and if he gets out, it's my job (if I'm home) to corral him immediately.  Today when a kid reported he had escaped, I went outside to track him down, but instead of hiding under the deck, he was casually, but with a degree of tentativeness, perusing our shrubbery.  He saw me and paused, so I watched him for a few seconds until he went back to his exploration, at which point I nabbed him and threw him back inside.  Another crisis averted, but it worries me every time he gets out.

Minus One Ramekin

Come on, Alex.  Don't act like you don't know who just did this.  You're guilty.  And if you had an allowance, we'd garnish it to pay for a new ramekin.  But you don't, and you're cute, so we'll let you skate on this one.