March 29th-30th was the annual Children’s Festival in Houston. It seemed to be better organized and a little bigger this year. Ivy actually got tired and was ready to go before I was. We didn’t actually see the whole thing, but we certainly had a bag of loot by the time we left.

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Rusty had been acting strange for a few days, but on Sunday morning I awoke to find him sitting out in the yard and shaking feverishly. The slightest touch would illicit a yelp, so I knew something was wrong. I did a quick search for emergency pet clinics and found one on Katy freeway. So […]

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It’s a recliner, Ivy. You’re doing it wrong. Um, I think that’s meant only for dogs. It’s a Happy Meal, Ivy. That’s not how it works. Are you rating my parenting skills again?

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Woot! It was rodeo time once again, so Ivy and I snuck off to the carnival one morning. It rained on us for awhile, but in the end it was a good thing because the crowds cleared out and we could ride everything over and over!

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