Andrew and Audrey

On Saturday afternoon, I took a drive out to a friend's house to take some snaps of her children. Lisa, a friend of my friend, came into town and wanted her kids photos taken as well. How could I resist? These kids are knockouts! We played and worked for a couple of hours.

My friend, Nadine, has three children under 3 and her friend,


Lisa, has two. So, with four mobile children (Ben was sound asleep in his baby chair) it was interesting to see how little they cared about me, my camera, and the fact that their mothers wanted great shots of them. They instead, as most children would, preferred to play!

All of the children were darling and absolutely photogenic!

I've only just finished with Andrew and Audrey photos.

A New Addition

Well, it should be said at the start that my mother is a bad influence. When I play hookie and we go out, I usually come home with a new camera, car, or animal. On our way to thrifting, we stopped at a pet store and made a bee line to the puppies. Immediately we saw, shuffling around in the top crate, a pug puppie. Oh! We gasped and clasped our hands! "Can we see him?" we asked the employee. This little pug came out to us and took right to sneezing and wheezing and loving on us. I knew right then that I was in trouble. He was a love. Weighing in at 4.9 pounds of playful this 8 week old pug had stolen my heart.

My mother and I walked out of the store with this boy in our arms and in our hearts!

When I got home, I was a bit worried that it would take Mark some time to warm up to him (Mark wanted an English bull dog). But, I was wrong! You could see right away that this little darling swept Mark away as well!

Now came the incredible challenge of naming him. We searched online for names and tried on the ones we liked. Mark and I were calling out names to see what he would respond to. This list included.... Murphy, Butch, Jack, Tater, Ike, and the list went on.... and then it came to us... OTIS!!!

So, our darling little tyke is named Otis and he fills up this house with a spunky kind of energy that Rascal and Henry (our cats) couldn't create. He has me up 4-5 times a night with his crying and begging to be freed from his crate- which I refuse to do. Otis loves to bite our toes, shoe laces, and nip at the cats but he is incredible and has the desire to do nothing but love and amuse us.

Though I believe my mother is a bad influence (we've already had a laugh about this) I thank her for opening our world up to this little guy!