Weekend Highlights (Or: Proof that we're suckers)
Don't act like you haven't done it too. (PLEASE?!! I know I can't be the only one...) Wander into the pet store or fuzzball adoption place to see if they have a certain kind of critter. I wanted to have Dan rub a puppy crossbred with a poodle on his face and see if it made him sneeze. When we got married and Dan wanted a cat I had to go to the pet store and rub different cats on my face, so it's only fair. Anyhow, supposedly poodles and poodle mixes are good for people with dog allergies. But then we got to see this cute little cotton ball of a dog that doesn't shed and is hypoallergenic, or at least as much as a dog can manage all that. We really wanted to get a dog for Wylie for some reason. Probably to clean up all the food he drops ;) So here's our Coton de Tulear puppy named Butterscotch. Three days of living with us and sleeping on Dan in bed and it looks like he can stay. Best part: no fur laying around and he eats all the Cheerios off the floor! Win-win situation.
And in other things we did this weekend, here's daddy trapped outside with the lawn mower with Wylie laughing at him. Classic. 
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And life wouldn't be complete if we didn't get a picture of the three stooges together:
That's Uncle Jason doing his famous "I'm not touching you" routine. He's done that since he was about 7 or 8 and is still fascinated by it at 25. It was particularly annoying on all the 20+ hour car trips to see our grandparents in Florida. Boys will be boys, right?
Last weekend it was so darn hot out. And don't get me started on the humidity... you could swim from the porch to the mailbox! Yuck. We took this opportunity to blow up Wylie's brand new wading pool, fill it up and plop him in it. Poor little fella. He probably expected it to be warm like the bathtub, but it was pretty chilly. He sat down in it and then promptly fell over face first trying to scramble back out. You can imagine how everybody going past our house gave us dirty looks for trying to drown our screaming infant on our front lawn, right? Did I mention I bought him a foam padded floaty swimsuit so he looked like a pint sized blue Michelin man?? The old people who stare at us from across the street had a field day, I'm sure. Wylie finally decided it was nicer to be in the wading pool than outside in the hot sun and a good time was had by all. He splashed around until we decided too much of his sunblock was floating in the pool and it would no longer prevent him from turning into the filling of a little floaty swimsuit s'more. He was pretty disappointed to get captured in a towel and whisked into the house again. We're trying to get him ready to go in Grammy Vicki's big swimming pool later this summer. I think he needs a few more dips in the little pool first, though. 
BTW: Stinky is 10 months old TODAY! :) How time flies.
