Here is the little wench in a cat trap placed stealthily on the floor:
And here is a solemn Owen out shopping with his Aunt Susan, and refusing to get in the spirit of the upcoming holiday. And really, when you can't partake in a chocolate rabbit because of your tender age, what is the point in acting festive?!
Taking advantage of a rare warm day and "enjoying" the porch swing. As Sean said, there goes the neighborhood.
Who doesn't appreciate a good tub shot? His rubber ducky is not in the picture but you can be sure it is right nearby.
We have taken to watching re-runs of Star Trek: TNG, and have thus gotten Owen addicted to the theme song. The picture below is the face he makes when he hears Patrick Stewart intone, SPACE. THE FINAL FRONTIER.... Yes, we have us a geeklet!
And then when the trumpets come in and start playing the fanfare:
And finally, here is Owen not very much enjoying his second encounter with pureed meat.
But then he saw Aunt Susan's camera and decided to ham it up!
No pictures of Dorothy in this camera dump! And she has been such a good girl too. I promise some Dorothy pictures in near future entries!