Chickenwings and dogfood

Saturday we had a little BBQ with some of our friends. Dad had a hit with his home made grilled buffalo wings. He has decided to name them Hampshire wings instead of Buffalo wings since he really doesn't like Buffalo all that much. It's cold, always seems to be snowing, and he used to travel there on a regular basis for work. Every time he would get off the little plane at the airport he felt like he was at the North Pole. So snowy and cold it would block the sun. He felt he should have a parka with baby seal fur trim. Needless to say he thinks Hampshire wings make more sense.

Everyone was amazed at how well behaved the kids were at the BBQ. It was great that everyone got along and seemed to have a good time. We did end up with some additional "toys" at our house. We now own a Thomas the Train, a '70s style gold pickup Hot Wheels, and some random animals that fit into a puzzle toy thingy. Thank you. (if you want them back let us know).

You know all the paper post card inserts that fall out of magazines as you read them? Probably one of the most annoying and frustrating parts of a magazine since they always fall out and you can never get them all despite taking the magazine, turning it upside down, and shaking it. Well Charlotte loves them. She loves to pick them up off the floor, chew on them until they turn into a sticky paper pulp, and then she tries to swallow them. If you have any, please feel free to send them to us. They provide hours of fun for her and will undoubtedly provide us with our first Emergency Room trip with her.

Charlotte also has a taste for dog food. No, not the average horse meat, left over whatever Purina dog food. God forbid our dogs ever eat normal food. Instead it's the posh $60 a bag Science Diet allergy and wheat free dog food that you can only buy at the vet. Who would have ever imagined Wheaton terriers with Wheat allergies. Two dogs eating it is bad enough. Having a third creature scammering across the floor for it is going to really break our bank.

For the week leading up to the BBQ dad spent his nights painting the stairs and hallway going upstairs. We changed it from a dirty brown to white and blue and green. Dad still has paint on his legs and arms. Good thing he spent a week painting and inhaling the oil paint fumes because NO ONE even went upstairs. Here are the pictures so that he can feel like he painted it for a reason.