Again, the entire album here, highlights below.
Regin and Smilla are best buds. Well, siblings is probably more accurate. They don't want to be apart, but they drive each other nuts. All I hear all day long is, "SMILLA THAT'S NOT YOURS! SMILLA LEAVE IT! LEAVE IT! LEAVE IT! NOOOOO! THAT'S NOT YOOOUUURRRSSS!" Regin SCREAMS this in the backyard, for all the neighbors to hear. And then we have to run outside whenever that yelling turns into tears. Usually the tears are about some ball that Smilla ran off with. Occassionally it's because big, beastly Smilla has no idea of her size and strength and she frequently knocks Regin down. Sometimes there are scratches and such. Nothing too serious. He's reaping what he's sowing though. You rough-house with a giant dog and she is bound to eventually get tired of it and gnaw back a little. Man he is rough with Smilla! She tolerates SO much abuse from him!
But thankfully, they do LOVE to be together and play. And usually when it's too much, at least when they're playing indoors, Regin tells me by saying, "I think Smilla want to go outside, Mamma!" When they're outside, we generally get tired of all the screaming before they truly tire of each other, so we separate them. ("Am I going to have to separate you two?" -- Yep, siblings.)
Look at this love... :)
We saw Jake's band, Almost Legends, play at Localpalooza. They had the main stage!
Apparently Grant gave George some air guitar lessons.
Regin learned to handle our snake, Piper.
He loved it and laughed about how she tickles him!
We visited the Children's Museum. It was chaotic, totally overstimulating for me, but fun. Still, we won't likely be back much due to cost.
The art that Regin "made" that day at the Children's Museum.
He's ultra proud of it even though he had ZERO interest in sitting down to make it. I think we coaxed him into about two or three squirts of the paint bottles.
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