Zachary’s rescue mission…

When Zachary comes, the cats have to be shut in the basement because that’s where their food and litter is.  We lock the basement door so Zachary cannot fall down the steps.  Any day now, he will learn to open doors and falling down steps would be a very, very bad thing to have to explain to his parents.  We put a pet door, as you can see, but they won’t use it.

Here is Zachary talking to the cats in his own 17 month old baby language and trying to rescue them, it would appear…..

…..Grandma, can you help me???…..

…..one last-ditch attempt…..

…..and finally, like any good rescuer, he picked up his cell phone and called for back-up.  My gosh so cute – just amazing that he picked up the phone after all of his efforts had failed.

Double pride

Double pride – that’s what I feel about my kids – my sons – my boys.  I’m always proud of them.  I’ll start with Corey.  Since he was born second, I’ll let him go first in my pride post………..

Corey is building a cnc router.  He has researched the hell out of it and is a genius to build something like this.  It is being put together in his basement with the fabricating being done at his workplace.  Here he is in his basement beaming with pride (it runs in the family)…..

I’m equally proud of Keith.  He ran his second half-marathon (he says it’s his last – he wants to focus on improving on his 5k’s).  He completed the Chicago Half Marathon on September 11, 2011.  It was a glorious beautiful day (especially since I was NOT running the half marathon – 13.1 miles).  He crossed the finish line smiling and waving……….

Is this funny????

Is this funny?  Keith seemed to think so (so did I).  He was fixing my laptop and for shock value, he said “look Mom!”……..