Oliver and Banana the Monkey

If you really know me, then you know that I am the clumsiest fool out there! On our new house we got curved corners, so I would be less likely to hurt myself when I turned a corner. That just gives you a little idea of how clumsy I am. It seems that it runs in the family.

In my last blog, I mentioned that Atticus (black lab) attacked Oliver (brown mutt) for no apparent reason. Well, when I posted the blog, Oliver was at the vet having surgery. The vet ended up having to cut a portion of his ear off. The picture below can illustrate how mad I was at Atticus.

Oliver's left ear has a chunk of it missing and had some hair removed from his left leg from where the IV was placed. Sad puppy!

This morning I woke up to find my daughter had joined my clumsy club and scratched her forehead. Yes, her nails were recently manicured, but somehow she managed to do some damage.

This kinda looks like a mug shot.

All in all, everyone in the house is fine...just a little clumsy.

I started seeing Hannah play with different items this past week when I was visiting my parents' house. At 13 weeks, she is becoming more alert and wants to grab ahold of items. While visiting my parents, Hannah received her first plush dolly named "Sammy". But tonight, she only seemed interested in "Banana" the monkey. Hannah received this monkey the night she was born from her Aunt Brandy.

Hannah: "Who's that jumping on my head?" **

Hannah: "This isn't the Wizard of Oz, no flying monkies for me!" **

Hannah: "Who needs a teething ring when I have a monkey!" **

Hannah: "Do you remember the last time you held me over your head old man? Lots of dibble. That's all I'm going to say." **

**Commentary provided by me, but I am on good authority that this is what Hannah was thinking.