Cooking Coffee…AMA!

Darby: oh, it’s just you

Day 21: You’re still not my dad!

Darby: You’re still not my dad

I had a “spark” of an idea to reheat my coffee

New family crest?

This house needs boundaries

Like a good gothic novel, this starts with an a woman going on unexpected trip to an island only accessible by boat.

McKellan remove my Hawaiian rolls from the counter, destroyed the wrapper and ate them.. When asked if he felt guilty:

As my first solo dining feat I will be making a vegetable soup from a family recipe that each generation has made worse and worse. Should I post it?

“Howdy Partner, I’d like sarsaparilla, please”

1 out of 2 dogs believes my dinner is home cooked

The worst part of losing the couch battle is that Indy did this during McKellan’s follow up training visit. Indy wanted to make sure the trainer was aware the humans are not running this house.

Where there is a will there is a way. look up from my laptop to find this spectacle.

A little lunch sandwich. As I try to topple Ned’s reign as the favorite human I have some ham and cheese already on the side for the girls.

Ned’s gone so we know what that means

Indy: it must have been a puppy Me: What puppy? You are 7 and Darby is 5! Indy: Basic logic says the puppy is the youngest so ask Darby

Mom, can you keep down the gardening noise. I’m trying to nap.

Indy remains silent when questioned about the demise of my hostas

McKellan: Darby do you wanna play? Darby: shhh and no

Me walking into a meeting

McKellan & Mr. Cow vetoed going outside.

Indy isn’t interested in Darby and McKellan’s reindeer games

Darby is pretending it isn’t Monday

Word of the day is “ridiculous”

This should be our family crest

Morning rubs from the “Not My Dad” human

McKellan is the hotel guest that selects every option instead of one on the pillow menu

“Still not my dad!”

Proof of pup life. On 5/20 Indy had only only had 3 meals and 2 snacks and uncountable bribes to come inside

Day 1: not-a-lunchable lunch

Good morning or may just morning. McKellan is undecided.

Let the games begin!

Gave McKellan a chew toy. Closed the bedroom gate to run downstairs. He was so mad that he was locked in. When I opened the gate he literally took his toy and left.

Returning home from work and I’m having a flash back to being 16 and being late for curfew.

Our new neighbor is doing some construction on his summer house

Meanwhile McKellan embraces one one time with me

“Thin crust pizza in a party cut”

Where is our father?!?

Tonight’s entree features: Oregon based (Tillamook) cheddar cheese, baby carrots, sliced cucumbers with dill buttermilk (Ranch) dressing

Looking for the DoorDash driver

Fend for my self meal of the day: spaghetti! “Curated sauce and angel hair pasta” (QFC aisle 6.) Overcook pasta in Ned’s caraway pot that I’m probably not allowed to use.

Breakfast: hand peeled orange to match dogs

Am I doing this right?

Russian nesting dogs?

Aria has taken the morning shift of the Neighborhood Watch

Happy Ides of March!

I accept that I probably bear some responsibility in this situation for leaving the bucket of treats on the crate.

McGladys monitors the middle school delinquents (gym class) running up and down the hill

My coworker has some feedback