Who's Cuter?

Me...
versus The C-Bear.On second thought, maybe you shouldn't answer that.

The Gross Kid

Remember when you were in school and there was always that gross kid. He had food in his teeth all the time. He'd go at his nose like he was trying to excavate for diamonds. His shirts always had chocolate streaks on it. And for some reason, he'd always call the teacher "Mom" on accident.

Well, turns out, that we have a gross kid. I guess the odds were that we'd have one, given that Joe and Dina only produce boys. But still, it's not fun when you realize that you really do, in fact, have one in the family.

Case in point:

Here's a picture of Wyatt, pointing at something near his bed. What the heck is that thing???

Let's get a close up. Oh wait a minute now...is that what I think it is??? Oh, no! It is, it is!!!

It's a booger!! A really big one! What, why, how, when, you ask?! Well, let's ask our main suspect.

I like how he left it near Wyatt's bed. Classic.

Circumstantial evidence, he retorts. But you'll notice his unwillingness to be captured on camera with the evidence.

City Dog, Snow Dog...Just Dog

Turns out you can take the city dog out of the city and well, she adapts (and yes, I did just talk about myself in the third person). Last week, we were on Spring Break and the whole family (including me, that's obvious, right?) packed the minivan and hauled our butts up to Tahoe. There was torrential downpour the previous week in San Francisco, which meant good snow in Tahoe. Check this out, no joke -- that's a lot of snow behind me, huh?

Dina and Joe thought that I'd get freaked out by the snow. After all, this was my first time in it. But turns out, I really am adaptable. There's a reason why beagles are still around and dinosaurs aren't. It's called "going with the flow, Darwinian style." Here's an action shot of me, although I'm so darn quick, I'm surprised they caught me on camera.

When we got to the house, there was so much snow that Joe had to go New Jersey on us, i.e., shovel 5 feet of snow so we could make it up the walkway and into the house. Joe hasn't shoveled snow like that since high school in Jersey, and his bitching and moaning about his right shoulder the rest of the week proved it.

Not surprisingly, the boys were adaptable, too. Wyatt did ski school for 3 days, working on his pizza (he's got french fries down cold, but that's not really a good thing when you don't have pizza down).

Landon made like he was a native. Imagine this picture in 18 years, except trade the chocolate milk for a big fat beer. Dina's worried and hopes that it really will be 18 years...

Crosby, well, the poor C-bear didn't really make it out that much. But he was still happy. As always. Perpetually happy, the poor sonofabitch.

Dina and Joe? Joe made it one day for an afternoon of slushy skiing. Dina stayed home with Landon and C-bear while they napped, and to her dismay, cleaned up an inordinate amount of poop, including mine (turns out that while playing in the snow is fun, crapping in the snow is not).

Taking the shuttle home after a rough day skiing and tubing. What a life.