Survival

Hillary is quite the survivor in these parts- with a 70+ pound golden retriever licking her face and a 23 month old treating her like she's a doll- there is no rest for the weary. This picture was from this morning after breakfast. While I've seen her give Jax some suspicious glances as of late, she definitely likes to be in the mix.
Above is a picture of my 2 sweet angels screaming bloody murder at about 5pm yesterday. While peace often prevails, we take the witching hour very seriously. Then at 6pm, everyone is happy as a clam again as if it never happened. When everyone screams like this, I insert my imaginary ear plugs and mind my business: nobody is hungry, wet or able to be pleased. Just a bunch of divas. All of us (including Hannie and our lesbian beagle, Lou). Poor Jim.

Below we have the Hillster modeling a new and festive hat from Aunt Katie.