Michael joined marching band this summer. They had two weeks of practice before the city parade, and after that, the rest of the summer rehearsals are to learn formation marching for the fall football season. So here he is at the parade last Saturday...
He's the trombone in the middle. And afterwards at the fairgrounds...
Ahh, he just looks so old all dolled up like that. My 'lil baby all grown up and marching around in uniform. I was a pretty excited proud giddy mom.
So who's the new family member? Because we didn't have enough mouths to feed already, we adopted a four-legged friend a couple weeks ago. Meet Skippy...
Skippy is a small goofy terrier mix, only about 9 lbs. He's a rescue from north Mpls. He hates the kennel. He likes the kids, except Michael, who intimidates him for whatever reason. Yep, his ears are big, and he's missing some hair in a strip around his muzzle. He must have previously worn a head halter that rubbed it all away. Besides 'claiming' the vacuum cleaner the very first day, he hasn't had any accidents. We'd been pet-less for about a year, so, we're still getting used to the pitter patter of tiny paws thing. And occasional yippiness. Yippy Skippy!
