Happy baby

I went to my sister-in-law's shower today. That's who I made the baby sweater for. This is newsworthy because I don't go to parties. I hate parties. I sort of glued myself to my sister and brother and smiled and said pleasant things when anyone else talked to me. For some reason her grandmother took a liking to me.

My sister gave me a ride home, and my brother came with us to see her new car--a Mazda something-or-other, it's one of those sort of mini-SUVs, it's shiny deep black, and looks really threatening, and it is SOOOO cool inside. I wish I could afford something like that. She's driving her butt off, poor girl, with her son's baseball games and her daughter's dance recital and this baby party, and tomorrow she's traveling for work. But she's sure got something nice to drive in.
Walked in the door, was greeted by the unmistakeable smell of doggy diarrhea. I'm sure people thought I was using it as an excuse to leave early, but now my sibs can vouch for me! Both Ts have it now. Not totally liquid, but usually their poop is nice and firm and small, and what they're producing now is soft and shapeless and there's quite a bit of it. I'm about to throw out the open food and open the new bag. Since they *both* have it now, it's got to be something they're both eating, so I thought I'd start with the food, since they get different treats.

Timber went totally wacko at the sight of visitors. Fortunately stuffing a tennis ball in his mouth had its usual pacifying effect--sort of--and once we all got settled and started throwing the ball, he was a lot more manageable. He is growing up--he settled down a lot faster than he did this time a year ago. Maybe this time next year he'll skip the freak-out greeting.

Taenzer was very good. She still has the disconcerting habit of suddenly jumping onto a couch and giving someone a big sloppy kiss, but she's much quieter and calmer than Timber. Not as good as Stella, but she's good. And she smiles a big doggy smile and wags her tail and she makes me smile.

Taenzer, btw, was the one whose crate I had to clean out. Fortunately her crate has shredded newspaper (self-shredded--I put in old Chronicles of Higher Education and she tears them into little 4" squares), so it's pretty easy to clean up, and miraculously enough she hadn't tromped it all over the crate, so it wasn't too onerous a chore. It still stinks in here, though.

(And no--I didn't really enjoy the party, I'm just not a party kinda person, but I think it made my sister-in-law and brother happy that I went, and I always like to see my sibs--I can talk to them in ways I can't talk to anyone else; it's nice.)