Just keep swimming

Axel's first experience with a public pool. We all took a drive to Green Canyon for some indoor swimming. If you've never been, I'm not going to lie it feels like swimming inside a giant locker room. But it was a nice fix for our winter time blues. We've had three days of spring and then back to snow...what is that all about. Axel loved the water. In the picture with Eli holding him, the look on his face is "all business " and he maintained that look almost the whole time, that is until he figured out he could lap up the water. So, towards the end he stuck his tongue clear out...he puts KISS to shame. :) The second we put him in the floatie, he would almost capsize over the side because he just wanted to reach the water to constantly slap it. We all had a blast.

If you look really hard in this picture you can see Axel's two bottom teeth. They look like just a couple of glares, but he has proved to mom and dad on several occasions that they are there...and they are sharp as can be.

The dreaded picture taking process

It began all over again when it came time to take Axel's six month pictures. It was quite the ordeal....The picture in his striped shirt was my first attempt. I snapped it right as Axel was pooping his pants, just living up to his name, the little duke. Which makes the look on his face pretty much priceless. I gave up that day but over the next week I got some pretty good pictures. It only took a month to get it all taken care of since now he is technically seven months old...but who's counting? They grow up much too fast anyway.

our little puppy

This is our little puppy dog...well he's just like one anyway. He pants all the time with his tongue sticking out, he drools all over everything, and I find myself constantly cleaning up his accidents. I also find him "begging" for food in a high pitched cry instead of a whine. His throwing-up-all-the-time-all-over-everything phase has improved but there was one point where I felt like maybe it would work out best if I lined all of our floors with newspaper. And he even likes to gnaw on a bone occasionally...we went out to eat at Texas Roadhouse and I gave him the rib bone so he would be content and quit bellowing in the restaurant...surprisingly it worked throughout the rest of dinner. But of course he is a lot better than a puppy and has made us both happier than we could have ever imagined. Whatever did we do with all our time before he came?