Part of my Thanksgiving Day was spent watching Dennis and his father take down the very tall, very dead pine tree that has been standing in the middle of our backyard. Dennis leaned the ladder against the tree and wrapped a cable around it. He and his father attached the other end of the cable to a come-along winch (brought up from New Hampshire especially for the occasion) and another tree (that happened to be nowhere near the house). My father-in-law went to work on the pine tree with the chain saw, Dennis ratcheted the come-along, and ... the tree came along down to the ground with a very loud BOOM.
The Wee One is 74 weeks old, and she is precocious. Today, Stella decided that Daddy's socks would work well on her little feet, and she wore them around the house most of the morning. Oh, and she's already kissing boys.
Well, I missed a 72-week post, but Stella had kept me up all night. She had a fever. She's fine now, quite busy, as a matter of fact. This evening (the 73-week mark), my little lady "requested" the glass sugar bowl filled with large buttons that I keep on the bookcase next to the couch in my studio. She has fun transferring buttons from the bowl to some of her plastic buckets.
Two weeks ago, my sister, Mo, visited us for the first time in three years. We had fun together: playing Canasta with Luke; visiting Rockland; enjoying tea with Bridget; playing with Henry; Sam and Jack; and hanging out at LL Bean in Freeport. Mo left her three dogs at home in Denver, but I downloaded years' worth of photos from her camera, and she asked me to post a picture of Hugo, Angus and Lucy, and I'm complying with her request.