Pretty cute, don’t you think?
9 Apr
Owen fix
When you are three, every cut–no matter how small or awkward the location–requires a bandaid.
7 Apr
Overheard
Me: “What’s the number one thing you’d like to do on vacation this summer?”
Ava: “Swimming.”
Olivia: “I want to swim with DOLPHINS. I want to go skiing! And snowboarding. And shark diving, of course. Canoeing! Mountain climbing. Surfing. Walk on the beach…SCUBA DIVING. Colorado. Honolulu! ALASKA.”
3 Apr
Owen fix
Owen has a new, super short summer haircut. Very boyish, and seems to highlight orneriness. The dirt helps, too, of course.
3 Apr
Nashville roundup
I have a few more photos to share from the trip I took with my mom and the girls over spring break. Truly can’t wait to plan a return!
Olivia’s favorite stop (perhaps second only to Tennesee’s state museum) was Antique Archelogy, which is featured on her dad’s top show, American Pickers.
We also stopped by Vanderbilt (class of 2029, perhaps…?).
And, is any Smith family girls trip complete without a stop to see were Taylor lives? No. Definitely not.
We spent a lot of time touring around town on the trolley – it was a fun way to see Music Row and a lot of other stops as well.
Our second night in town, we visited Rippy’s on Broadway. The young guy manning the stage that night brought around the tip bucket and asked for requests. Of course, the girls requested T. Swift, so I tossed in a $10, knowing it was probably a bit outside of his standard playbook. Not only did he deliver, he asked the girls to come on stage and sing with him.
Ava was willing but reserved; Olivia completely let loose on a cover of Blank Space. This was easily my favorite moment of the trip, and I bet my mom doesn’t disagree.
The next day, I took the girls on a tour of a distillery, like all good mothers are known to do. They did abstain from the whiskey tasting though, because it wasn’t even noon.
I really enjoyed traveling with the girls, and especially my mom. Can’t wait for fall break!
31 Mar
A day in the life
I arrived home to a frantic scene at 5:15 last night: Ava’s found a package of rat poison in the back yard; the obvious conclusion is that August has eaten it, and he is about to die. Ava and Olivia are hysterical. I’m hysterical. August is lounging in relative oblivion on the kitchen floor.
I call the vet (who we had seen a mere 90 minutes before due to a broken tooth). The vet asks for specifics regarding the poison, then says we have to induce vomiting(!) with hydrogen peroxide. It takes 10 minutes and a knee injury to get two tablespoons in to this 85-pound dog who has ABSOLUTELY NO INTEREST in vomiting, and as a result, will probably have pretty significant trust issues the rest of his puppyhood. I reload the dropper, and leave it on the table as I head up the steps to clean up after him. (Hydrogen peroxide, as it turns out, is quick and effective.)
August pukes twice; I puke once as I comb through it looking for blue/green rat poison pellets. Ava and Olivia are wracked with screaming sobs, and I continue to dry heave. In the midst of everything, Bryan and Owen arrive, and Owen immediately ingests the remaining hydrogen peroxide he found in the dropper on the table. Chaos ensues.
(Everything is fine now; we didn’t find any evidence of pellets, and Bryan believes he put the package under the deck many years ago so it was likely empty anyway. Remarkably, Owen didn’t throw up, and the girls and I eventually calmed down. August seemed confounded about the whole thing.)
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