Mia accompanied her parents to their 5-year college reunion this weekend. Besides returning home with lots of 'gate gear (sure to be the subject of future blogs), she brought back some photos from the trip.
Here she is with one of Mom's college roomies. Nice to meet you, Kate! Mia even made it into Mom's freshman dorm room. Trust us, she makes it seem a lot bigger than it really is.
Mom's been trying to get some photos of those nobby cheeks and killer dimples, but when ever she pulls out the camera, Mia turns them off. Instead of smiles Mom get's a blank stare. It's clear that we're going to have to be a man up to win this game with Mia.
Mia has found a defense against Mom's changing table belly whompers. Sometimes she even gets an ear. Her tactics may be crude, but they are nonetheless very effective in halting all belly whomper activity. Ouch!
This week the blog is all about Mia's favorite games. You'll notice that none of them include any of the cool toys we've purchased for her thus far, but hey--we should be flattered that she finds us more interesting.
So here we are: Round 1- The Great Glasses Caper
Mia can't resist latching on to Brad's glasses whenever she sees them. Maybe she's just trying to free him of what looks like a weird foreign object. She's probably trying to say, "hey Dad, there's something on your face!"
In an attempt to kill a little time before breakfast this morning Mom grabbed a book and held it up for Mia to see as she reclined on her lap. Mia grabbed hold and started to really check it out. Later, as Mom and Dad did a little cleaning, Mia checked out Good Night Moon from her swing. I guess you could say she's into the classics. Don't ask Brad about it- he might start bragging.
Mia attended her first Berkshire graduation this morning. She snoozed through the speeches and awards and woke up just in time to hear all the names called. (She made it through Prize Night on Thursday pretty much the same way.)
The girls came back home this afternoon. For the most part, they are quill-free (still have a few imbedded in their muzzles--poor Lina can't figure out why we won't let her near the baby). The vet said they should work their way out over time. This was the scene when we got home--a post-anesthesia slumber. We had been pretty good about keeping them off the sofas, but the whole porcupine incident turned us right back into a couple of softies.