How long has it been?

Since you've had ice cream in a cone? When I was a little girl, my grandmother and I would always stop on our way home from any trip to Waco or Temple and get a dipped cone each from McDonald's. I loved to eat the crunchy chocolate shell off first. The cone I ate sides first and then the bottom was always eaten all at once, the cold hurting my teeth as I chewed so that I had to use the roof of my mouth and lips to mash the cone up. I just picked up some ice cream from the food court downstairs and it reminded me of how much fun is lost when you eat ice cream the grown up way, with a spoon. Yet another reason why being a grown up just isn't as much fun.

Woof!

So, what makes this funny to me is that Henrik never barks. He makes almsot zero noise, except in the mornings when he makes this groan sound when he stretches his legs. And sometimes when he wimpers at the cats because they won't play with him. Then we took him to Austin to hang with Michelle and Jason and their dog Barnaby taught him what barking was all about. This was his attempt to protect me from the "scary" construction workers in the park! Until he decided to hide behind me....

Some more photos - kitchen, den, and unfinished attic space.

The House!

I don't have a lot of time right now, but I'll add some descriptions soon.