At the end of our zoo trip. I really enjoyed it. ZB’s class has a cool bunch of kids.
Girlie loves to take photos, and I really like this one. I always tell her to “get closer”, and she did.
Later that day…the perfect pout.
Isabelle is quite a cuddler and loves being on or near someone at all times.
Izzie
Luke, whose house we stopped at yesterday to pick up cookies. Mmmm.
A few day before the new year at the “train park” as the kids call it. They got to see their first big passenger train (that they’ll remember, lol), and the conductor and passengers waved as the train passed. We all wish this playground was in our town.
Before Isabelle, I used to roll my eyes at those people. You know. The dog people. Letting dogs lick their faces and gushing over them like, well, parents. Well, now, I’m a dog mom. Yea, I said it. I’m still somewhat ashamed but my love for this silly little creature is helping me overcome that. Izzie is the first pet I’ve ever had in my life that I care for and that cares for me without annoying me, biting me, or otherwise violating the little quirks that make me me. She’s friendly, cuddly, smart, love, love, loves our family and is a true companion. She now accompanies me and Bebe on our morning walks and she stops by her bff’s house (yes, she has one. Molly.) almost daily. You know how I know she’s one of us? I’ve given her at least 10 stupid nicknames. Everyone in my immediate family has lots of stupid nicknames courtesy of yours truly. It’s what I do. 
Even worse, I look at dog clothes now. Oh, the shame. I’m buying her first sweater soon, but I promise not to go as far as dog shoes. 