What's Chloe Been Up To?

Oddly enough, Chloe's current interests coincide with Griffin's.  One of their favorite things to do together is watch birds, squirrels, cars, and people from the enclosed porch window.  Chloe stands on this safe, secure rocking chair, and Griffin stands beside her.  Chloe flaps her "wings" whenever she sees a bird, and Griffin just goes batshit crazy.



If you are wondering how I get that bitchin' ponytail in Chloe's hair every morning I usually trick her just like this.  "Chloe, do you see any birds?  Do you see any cars?" And then I hurdle Griffin and chase Chloe to her perch with a comb and rubber band in hand.   

Chloe loves playing with Fisher, our next door neighbor.  I have this one really cute picture of the both of them smiling at the camera, but Fisher has a crossed eye in it for some reason, and I didn't want to post a funny picture of his sweet face on here.  I posted this one instead, because it shows off Chloe's cute little muscular frame.  I wish I could pull off the spandex look!  What you don't see here is the sweat rolling off my face as I chased Chloe around Festival as she jammed those itsy bitsy rocks into her mouth. I can't get this kid to eat a macaroni, but rocks? Sand? Griffin's ears? Coins?  These are luxuries.



 Chloe's ultimate favorite thing to do is play with Griffin.  I say "play," but this mostly involves Chloe kissing, hugging, choking, biting, and just generally mauling Griffin to death.  And clearly, from this picture here, he loves it.

Griffin is such a good dog.  I can't say it enough.  He should win an award.  Every now and then I will catch him actually playing back with her.  All he does is let her chase him around the kitchen table, but he waits for her to catch up and then he runs away, waits for her, runs away.  It's cute. 

 If this doesn't make your heart melt well... then you must be a cat person.

Here are some pictures of Chloe at the beach.  It was going to be 90+ degrees at home that day so we gathered up some friends and headed to the beach, where it was a balmy 60 degrees with high wind.  It was freezing and sandy and miserable for the first few hours.  Chloe ate a lot of sand and cried when we put her in the water.  I'm not convinced that she is quite ready for the beach yet.



 And here is a picture of my sad baby.  We had to bring Chloe to the ER last weekend.  She had a fever of over 104 degrees.  She was miserable.  Here Paul is tying Chloe into her gown.  This is right before he tied her hair into the gown and she got so upset that she threw up.  She was already pretty upset from being probed in the tush while the nurse took her temperature.  It turns out she had a case of Herpangina (insert mature joke here), which goes by the equally appalling name of Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease.  It is a virus that is going around town these days, and the doctor had already diagnosed three cases that morning.  I'm happy to report that Chloe is feeling better now after several doses of Motrin and Tylenol.