The Incredibly True Adventures of Buster

Goodnight, Sweet Boy

2009-11-30T20:46:00.015-05:00

May your tummy always be filled with treats and your ears always be scratched just so.

2009-11-22T19:06:00.005-05:00

The little man, as captured by Toby on a rainy day. Little old men are not fans of getting their paws wet, even on the posh streets of Manhattan.

We had an okay week. A few days were not so good, and when I was telling my longtime friend at work about it, he aptly said "It's hard, and, unfortunately, it's only going to get harder." And that really struck a chord, perhaps not in a good way. Taking deep breaths and trying to snuggle as much as the little old man can stand :).

Unrelated, but I am a huge fan of Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in Utah. They are the wonderfulness behind the delightful National Geographic show DogTown. In any event, I was just on their site, and read this little entry, which had me sniffling quite a bit: http://www.bestfriends.org/guardianangel/index.cfm?csid=1879&csii=1883&csit=Set&entry=6517079C-05C0-9AF5-C46EBCB809A9C2CB

Iheartanimalpeople.

Larger Than Life!

2009-11-13T19:31:00.005-05:00

I love this picture Toby took of the wee one today. I was a little afraid that I'd come home to find there was no longer room for me in the apartment that had been overtaken by a gigantic wee one (talk about oxymorons)!

The Little Prince Part Deux

2009-11-12T20:49:00.003-05:00

"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."

"I am a fox," the fox said.

"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."

"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."

"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.

But, after some thought, he added:

"What does that mean--'tame'?"

"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"

"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean--'tame'?"

"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"

"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean--'tame'?"

"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."

"'To establish ties'?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ."

"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower . . . I think that she has tamed me . . ."

"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."

"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.

"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."

.................................................................................

The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."

And the roses were very much embarassed.

"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you--the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.

And he went back to meet the fox.

"Goodbye," he said.

"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with one's heart that one can see clearly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

"It is the time you have lavished on your rose that makes your rose so important."

"It is the time I have lavished on my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . ."

"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

A Glimpse of His Old Self

2009-11-11T21:02:00.004-05:00

The little old man started panting over the weekend and has been waking me up at night doing the same, which the vet explained to me is a sign he's in pain, which hurts my heart to think about my little soldier suffering at all. Thankfully it's not a regular occurrence yet and he otherwise seems to be okay in spite of the difficultly walking. I think the yoga mats that are laid out around the apartment are a huge help in giving him some traction.

In spite of all of this, I have, however, had two very special moments with him this week. Sunday night, he smiled for the first time in a very long time. And tonight when I was walking down the hall to the apartment I heard a certain little old man's very silly bark, which I have also not heard in a very long time. And to top it all off, he wobbled over to me as I was putting my stuff down and greeted me by pressing his face against my leg. Who has ever heard of such a sweet boy?

Wee One

2009-11-06T22:00:00.004-05:00

This is hard. Today was the first day I was back at work and wee one was home by himself. Ultimately, I know he is acting differently, but I don't want to really come to terms with it. Aside from the fact that he has a hard time walking, he just doesn't seem to know what is going on around him, and I have yet to see his sweet smile. Today when I came home at lunch to take him out, usually when he'd be fast asleep he was standing staring at the kitchen. Perhaps willing the treats toward him :). And then when I came home later, he had slid off his bed and couldn't get up. And my heart broke. I knew he hadn't been that way for long since Toby had taken him out an hour or so earlier, but still. I need to call the vet, but well, I'm not really sure I'm prepared to for anything that might be next.

Can You Say Spoiled Rotten?

2009-11-04T22:35:00.004-05:00

Umm, the little old man is back from his grandparents until Turkey Day, and I think it is very fair to say that he was spoiled rotten while staying with them. As proof, I give you the counter of my very tiny kitchen onto which my mother unloaded the contents of ONE of the bags full of Buster's treats.

The Great Pumpkin!

2009-10-29T20:51:00.004-04:00

Gammy forgot to turn the flash off (gives him that spooky edge), but I still think Buster has the most sincere pumpkin patch, so all bets are on a visit from The Great Pumpkin this year.

Ahh, Xmas

2009-10-28T23:13:00.002-04:00

Well, fine, I've maybe already been listening to Xmas music on the sly for the past few weeks, but I am most excited to put the tree up so the little man can take a well deserved snooze under it, which he loves and we are all about indulging him these days. Last year he *may* have also taken a tinkle under the tree as well. Thankfully, mum rescued the presents in time. Little old man bladders. Is it me or does he has a little Santa beard in this picture..so frosty.

Happy Boy

2009-10-24T23:42:00.003-04:00

One of last year's holiday card out takes. Sadly it was a bit too blurry to make the cut, but I absolutely love this one. And the award for best smile ever goes to....

The Little Prince

2009-10-24T19:36:00.006-04:00

So, the little old man went to the vet today for what was thought to be a problem with a pad on the bottom of one of his paws, but sadly his diagnosis ended up being much worse. His vet thinks the problem is neurological and likely a brain tumor which is potentially causing a variety of different problems. And while he was a good little soldier throughout the appointment, mum was not. While in the back of my mind ever since I adopted him I have tried to tell myself realistically that my little old man and his big belly would leave me one day, I think that deep down I never actually thought that day would come. But now I am just worried about how to keep him comfortable and happy and loved for whatever time he might have left. I'm just wondering if there's some way to turn that time into forever.

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas...

2009-10-11T10:59:00.002-04:00

I have now entered the planning phase of this year's Xmas card. Past outfits include: reindeer, elf, and angel, so I am not sure which holiday persona the little old man will embrace this year. His Aunt Katherine has offered to provide her photoshop services, but he needs to be photographed in front of a white wall, but considering he doesn't respond to his own name let alone any basic commands, this could prove to be challenging. I am thinking hot dogs will have to be involved. It always comes back to hot dogs this little guy. In any event, he's doing what he does best, resting up for the big event.

Summer Camp

2009-09-16T21:00:00.004-04:00

Also known as time spent at Gammy and Gampy's. The little old man has spent the bulk of the summer with my parents because I've been putting in long hours at the new job and traveling for work. Am hoping to have him back home very soon. Though I already feel sad for him because other than toast or microwave popcorn, I haven't prepared a single thing in my kitchen in months, unlike the world where my parents feed him from the table every day. Perhaps this why my little old man was less than thrilled to see me. That and I gave him a bath and cleaned his ears. No love for the mum.

So sweepy...

2009-09-11T19:57:00.002-04:00

Sometimes little old men get so sweepy that they can't quite make it into bed...

For Juanita :)

2009-09-01T21:59:00.005-04:00

Through no fault of his own, the little old man's blog has been a bit neglected as of late. As duly noted by my brother and the adorable Juanita. I got laid off in March, and while Buster and I spent practically every waking moment together (much to his delight, Mum's home, endless treats!), I couldn't quite motivate myself to chronicle it. But nevertheless, I've found myself gainfully employed again, and well, the wee one never ceased to be ridiculously adorable through it all, and quite honestly cheered me up when I was feeling quite sad about life. And when all else fails, he's excellent to have around to sort through the recyclables for dairy products.

Snuggled Up on His New Snuggly Bed

2009-02-04T17:49:00.003-05:00

Someone pooped on his old bed and when mummy went to wash it, the bed fell apart. So someone landed himself a new snuggly bed. All snuggled up on a chilly winter day.

Buster Hearts Lily

2009-01-19T22:43:00.005-05:00

Buster's girlfriend paid him a visit on Sunday...

Tuckered Out from the Holidays...

2009-01-05T19:19:00.005-05:00

But rest assured, still planning on eating his way through 2009. Happy New Year!!

Who Turned The Lights OUT?!?!?

2008-11-09T21:15:00.004-05:00

A Belated Happy Birthday, Wee One!

2008-10-23T14:28:00.002-04:00

I was out of town for our official birthday together, though I am sure he had tummy full of chicken courtesy of his Gammy. I love you wee one, very very much. You couldn't be a better boy even if you tried. I'm a very lucky mummy. Happy 2nd birthday. xo

Focused on the Task at Hand

2008-10-07T15:48:00.003-04:00

All eyes on the bowl.

From the Archives: Going for a Walk with His Uncles...

2008-09-29T14:54:00.001-04:00

photo by Uncle Marco.

A Mexican Stand-Off with Toby Over a Treat...

2008-09-21T19:10:00.002-04:00

His Arrival is Imminent

2008-09-05T13:48:00.000-04:00

He's Got The Front Door Covered

2008-08-22T10:03:00.004-04:00

My mother informed me that a week ago he was staring out the sliding glass doors at the back deck one evening. So she opened the door so he could go outside, but being the big baby that he is, he wouldn't step outside. Which as it turns out was probably a good thing because there were two raccoons out there.

When I was home last weekend, he spent an inordinate time at his surveillance post by the front door. And no, there was nothing I could discern outside. I guess it's better than I when I used to come home from work and find him staring up at the wall.

Blissfully Unaware That He Is About To Get A BATH!

2008-08-21T15:10:00.005-04:00

From the Buster Archives...

2008-08-01T09:27:00.001-04:00

Someone spies a treat on the couch!

From the Buster Archives...

2008-07-19T13:57:00.002-04:00

Mummy needs to make the bed.

Gone Fishing...

2008-07-02T17:22:00.001-04:00

Happy 4th of July!!!!

Striking a Pose...

2008-06-26T13:21:00.002-04:00

With his baby gate and new plaid bed.

And Then There Were Two...

2008-06-19T09:45:00.004-04:00

This post is dedicated to the Uncle Eric, who unfortunately is in the Middle East and unavailable to dicuss this latest development at length on the phone with me. We wuff you Uncle Eric!

Yesterday the weest one had a long painful day of dental procedures, which resulted in a few things: 1. finding out that my little man has severe periodontal disease (sad; poor old wee one) and 2. the loss of another beloved "nitty gritty". This last shocking discovery wasn't made until this morning when the little man managed a smile for his mum. And then there were two...

Still Getting a Bang Out of Being Carted Around...

2008-06-17T19:41:00.008-04:00

Even if it means a trip to the vet! Hey, wait a minute...I'm at the vet...

Keeping Cool on the Kitchen Tiles...

2008-06-13T17:54:00.002-04:00

He's Ready for His Close-Up, Mr. DeMille...

2008-06-12T14:08:00.001-04:00

And for a stroll...whichever one comes first.

GASP!

2008-06-03T21:55:00.004-04:00

Buster worries whether Uncle Andrew will ever forgive him for not sending him birthday wishes on his proper birthday! I wuff you very much Uncle Andrew!! You of all people should know that I have a preference for the Asians!!!

Much Like Mariah Carey He Prefers to be Photographed from His Right Side...

2008-05-27T21:59:00.003-04:00

Someone smells like lavender mint thanks to a much needed dip in the bathtub yesterday...

The Memorials Day

2008-05-26T20:49:00.001-04:00

A true patriot in his Air Force jumpsuit/harness.

The Expectant Face of Planet Kong

2008-05-21T21:42:00.002-04:00

His excitement never falters.

From the Buster Archives...It's on the Tip of His Tongue

2008-05-15T16:03:00.003-04:00

This is an old pic of the wee one that I stumbled across today. I don't see him sleeping with his tongue hanging out too much anymore. I think it's because of all the weight he lost on Jenny Craig.

One of His Five Beds

2008-05-13T20:20:00.003-04:00

Snuggled up in his faux suede bed in CT. Hee. Faux suede.

On the Rocks with Salt

2008-05-08T10:21:00.004-04:00

Buster's Aunt Lizzie and Aunt Katherine came over to celebrate Cinquo de Mayo with him on Monday, so he had the pleasure of sampling some guacamole and chips. He did not, however, take part in the margarita fest. Poor wee one, I never let him have any fun. Aunt Lizzie took this picture of him with his Planet Kong. I believe he is intently staring an errant chip...willing it towards himself. A wee one Jedi mind trick.

Happy Birthday, Toby!!

2008-05-02T09:30:00.004-04:00

I wuff you so very much. Thank you for always giving me my favorite treats even when my mum says I shouldn't have them.

Wee One's a Walrus

2008-04-29T20:04:00.004-04:00

And I better not see any comments about him being a beached whale (ahem, Uncle Marco).

From the Kenny Archives: Frosty Face

2008-04-23T15:58:00.000-04:00

Photo by Toby...

From the Kenny Archives: A Close-Up

2008-04-21T12:06:00.001-04:00

Photo by Toby...

Everyone is Snuggling...

2008-04-14T11:46:00.002-04:00

Sweepy Boy...

2008-04-11T09:49:00.002-04:00

If only mummy would stop taking his picture, he could get back to his snooze.

He Will Eat Anything, Including Cardboard

2008-04-10T10:28:00.003-04:00

I'm guessing it must taste like greenies? My little truffle piggy sniffed this find out from among the recyclables. Good work, wee one.

And, yes, he's been downgraded to the Lite versions. Hee. Although, apparently, I have the world's worst scale because according to the one at the vet's office, someone actually LOST weight. This further confirms my mother that I should be making the wee one chicken. Oy.

From the Kenny Archives: Snuggly Time with Mr. Elephant

2008-04-08T14:48:00.002-04:00

He's Back!!

2008-04-07T09:45:00.002-04:00

And only two pounds heftier...

From the Kenny Archives: The EARS

2008-04-04T11:01:00.002-04:00

From the Kenny Archives: The Little Man Striking a Pose...

2008-04-02T10:37:00.003-04:00

My Mother Fed Him So Much He No Longer Fits In His Bed

2008-04-01T13:44:00.006-04:00

I actually had a dream the other night that my parents dropped him off and he was the size of a black lab. Hee. In other news, the Kenster got himself adopted last week by a very sweet lady who I am sure at this very moment is spoiling him rotten. The apartment is awfully lonesome, though, without any furry creatures running around, so I am anxiously awaiting the wee one's return this weekend. Though I have a feeling he will be less than pleased to see me as this will mark an end to his month long eating marathon courtesy of my mother. Anyhow, I think it will be a little while before I get used to my love bug Kenny no longer being around. I still find myself expecting to turn around and see his sweet self there. Now if you'll excuse me these darn allergies are making my eyes water....

Missing The Little Peanut...

2008-03-26T10:28:00.002-04:00

Dedicated to Auntie Liz Who Hearts My Manly Bark

2008-03-24T16:05:00.004-04:00

Thank you for taking care of me after my surgery. I wuff you! Love, Kenny

Getting Some Much Needed Toby Snuggles...

2008-03-24T10:45:00.002-04:00

The World's Cutest Patient

2008-03-20T10:52:00.002-04:00

That Is Most Definitely NOT Your Bed...

2008-03-20T10:50:00.001-04:00

Yes, He Actually Sleeps in this Position...By Choice

2008-03-11T16:11:00.003-04:00

Hee.

Is It Me or Does He Look a Tad Chubbers?

2008-03-10T14:48:00.003-04:00

My mother sent me this pic of the wee one today--I think to prove that she is in fact overindulging him as I had suspected. Someone's harness is looking a tad snug. And, yes, that's his pal Max from How the Grinch Stole Christmas. See, I'm not the only one obsessed with the holidays! I miss you wee one!!

Good Fetch!

2008-03-07T09:31:00.006-05:00

Umm, so yeah, I always felt that the wee one was part cat, but the Kenster's energy has forever convinced me of it. In other news a deep love has developed between the Kenster and Uncle Marco and Andrew's stuffed penguin (ahem, wee one!) And rest assured, the original wee one is most definitely fine and being spoiled rotten by mother! Can you say fresh turkey?

Morning Sunshine...

2008-03-06T08:05:00.002-05:00

Toby took this picture of the peanut enjoying a morning sunbeam.

Spoiled Rotten (Shh...Don't Tell Wee One!)

2008-02-27T16:11:00.002-05:00

Somebody LOVES wee one's snuggly bed. He's been burrowing under the blankie for nappys. And when he feels like it, he requests a belly rub. I personally enjoy how flappy his little paws are when he is in this position. And also how much he resembles a saber-toothed tiger from this angle...heeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

The Incredibly True Adventures of Buster and...Kenny?

2008-02-25T14:43:00.004-05:00

Umm, so, yeah, I have been strictly forbidden to look at craigslist anymore...I'm just too much of a sucker for a little old pup who needs a cozy bed and some belly rubs. And that is precisely how Buster got himself a 5-pound foster brother named Kenny (who has recently been christened the weest wee one, not to be confused with the original wee one). But seriously is he not the most totes adorbs thing in the world?

Mr. Page Six

2008-02-19T17:33:00.002-05:00

The weest one spent his weekend thinking about his favorite presidents and taking care of his ill mum. Also, spotted...Buster sniffing Famke Janssen's dog Licorice.

All of this activity equals a pooped pup. Pictured: the pooped pup himself.

Car 54, Where Are You?

2008-02-13T15:22:00.005-05:00

Buster and I live half a block away from a police precinct and pass it on our evening strolls. The first week we were living in the new place, he was endlessly fascinated by the police station and would actually try to climb up the steps to get a better look inside (and, yes, I am still annoyed at myself for not photographing these moments). Anyhoodle, the weest one has charmed more than one officer, but there is one in particular who simply adores him, and refers to him as The Badger. He regularly insists that I should dress my little one up as Wolverine from X-Men. I'm guessing his Uncle Marco could probably assist in a costume...hee

Pictured: doing his best "badger" look....

Who Spilled the Milk?

2008-02-12T10:55:00.000-05:00

Or rather yogurt...one of the containers I bought opened up and got all over the grocery bag. Naturally a certain someone immediately sprung into action in order to lick the bag clean for me. Always such the helpful one...

Monday Blues...

2008-02-11T09:58:00.001-05:00

A little cheer from the weest one on a very chilly Monday morning in February...

p.s. the Mardi Gras beads were entirely his idea, I swear.

Happy Birthday Uncle Marco!!!

2008-02-06T15:17:00.000-05:00

May your birthday be filled with cheese and snuggles. And may your muzzle only grow frostier in the coming year. I Wuff You!

You've Almost Got It...

2008-01-31T17:09:00.000-05:00

Occasionally, the wee one has to work for those treats he loves so much, and which give him such an adorable belly. And, yes, I deleted the sound, which mostly consisted of me nagging Toby to lower the treat...hee

Little Legs, Big Belly

2008-01-30T09:28:00.000-05:00

One of the many things that makes me smile about the wee one is how his back legs stick out when he lays on his tum-tum.

Misbehavin' (Again)

2008-01-28T10:31:00.000-05:00

Would you believe this little nugget of cuteness pooped in the elevator AGAIN this weekend? I wouldn't either, except I lived to tell the tale.

A Handsome Devil, Indeed

2008-01-24T10:58:00.000-05:00

Collar up and ready to go!

Okay, So Maybe I Spoil Him a Bit...

2008-01-23T14:00:00.000-05:00

Right, so someone got himself yet another bed this weekend. Ever since I took the Xmas tree down, I've felt bad that in doing so I also put an end to the wee one's new/favorite snuggly spot. So this past weekend we made a pilgrimage to the Bed, the Bath, and the Behind (as Uncle Marco's adorable I-talian mother calls it). And for someone with such short legs (ahem, wee one), it was indeed a pilgrimage. Although, entirely worth it. The lady greeter at the store referred to a certain someone as "a handsome devil" heeeee! And an old lady with very few teeth but copious amounts of bright pink lipstick helped us weigh our tartan plaid options. And then after some coaxing from mum, someone plopped himself down on the new bed the middle of the store. Good job, wee one. Whatever you do, don't move.

Stumped

2008-01-22T09:54:00.000-05:00

Something tastes a lot like plastic here...

Highlights...

2008-01-18T10:44:00.000-05:00

Like his mum, the wee one is going grey. But in certain light, you can see his reddish highlights. He refuses to comment on whether it's from a bottle or professionally done. I'll let you draw your own conclusions.

I'm Sorry, I Didn't Quite Catch Your Name...

2008-01-17T10:00:00.000-05:00

So as I've mentioned before for the first few months I had the little man, I was convinced he was deaf. He has since proven to me that he is very much not deaf, just incredibly stubborn and endlessly capable of ignoring me when he wants to. I had, however, been under the impression recently that he knew his name. It should be noted, though, that I don't actually call him Buster, like ever. In fact, I almost always call him Wee One when I talk to him. Which is a lot, and as I'm sure my neighbors would attest it's a fairly inane dialogue I have going on with him most of the time. Anyhoodle, this past weekend Toby and I were discussing whether or not the little one actually responds to "wee one" as his name. I was a believer, Toby was not. Tobs claimed that the little one is responding to the pitch of my voice when I say "wee one" and not the actual words. To test this, he suggested I say "blrghablrgha" in the same voice I use to call his name. And, well, I'm a little sad to say, it seems that this blog should heretofore be knows as The Incredibly True Adventures of Blrghablrgha. WEE ONE!!

That Slightly Crazed Look In His Eyes...

2008-01-07T09:31:00.001-05:00

Is what you get when he finds himself in front of an open cupboard full of his treats.

Meow...

2008-01-03T10:27:00.000-05:00

Someone occasionally likes to sit like a kitty. Hope he's prepared to don the Mardi Gras beads his mum brought him back from The Big Easy!!!

A Very Merry Christmas Everyone!!!

2007-12-24T19:59:00.000-05:00

Santa's Little Helper offers his help with all of the milk and cookies this evening. Merry Merry Christmas!!!!!

Brrr...

2007-12-21T11:17:00.001-05:00

Those wintry Connecticut nights are chilly. Snuggle up, wee one!

I Spy a Wee One!

2007-12-19T10:58:00.001-05:00

In addition to unplugging the tree a few times, he's now taken to hiding his treats in between presents. I can't wait to inspect the damage he's done to my otherwise superb gift wrapping...

A Bend in the Tail

2007-12-18T15:25:00.001-05:00

Little known fact--the little man's tail has a little dent in it. He also has one gray whisker. And as I've previously documented, one missing tooth. It's probably because I'm his mum, but I find all of these things completely adorbs. And, yes, that's his baby gate behind him. Hee.

Never. Gets. Old.

2007-12-17T09:42:00.001-05:00

You often hear about how parents buy their kids these really nice toys for Xmas and then instead of playing with the expensive toy the kid can't get enough of playing with the box it came in. Well, that's kind of what I feel like I'm experiencing here. Except the treats weren't all that expensive and the performance completely cracks me up. As it always does. Sadly, I wasn't recording when he again got the box stuck on his head and kept moving his head around in a very "who turned the lights out?" moment. To say it was awesome would be an understatement.

A Slightly Frosty Rudolph...

2007-12-13T09:57:00.000-05:00

Someone smelled snow in the air this morning!!

Happy Boy

2007-12-12T09:45:00.000-05:00

The wee one hearts elevator rides.

Nestled Under the Tree...

2007-12-11T10:56:00.000-05:00

If Santa's milk and cookies go missing this year, I think we have our prime suspect...

What's Mine Is Yours...

2007-12-10T09:47:00.000-05:00

And what's mine (ahem, fleece pullover) that happens to find its way onto the floor always makes for a good snuggly pillow.

Such a Chatty Patty...

2007-12-06T09:33:00.000-05:00

I'm fairly certain he was trying to discuss last night's episode of Gossip Girl...

Wee One's Mt. Everest

2007-12-05T11:12:00.001-05:00

The biggest challenge the new apartment poses for the wee one are the stairs. He can manage to hoist himself up them (with a brief rest in between stairs, of course). I find he is most motivated to climb them when he wants something from the kitchen, which is actually the same logic I use for getting off the couch, so no problem there. Going down them, however, is a completely different story. I have a feeling his rear would somehow get ahead of his front if he actually *voluntarily* attempted to climb down them. That's not to say he hasn't gone down the stairs. Oh no, he's just gone done them, it just wasn't by choice. And it was backwards. So the wee one has a new fixture in his life: a baby gate. Because after all, I don't think there's ever been any real doubt that he's nothing more than a big baby.

Technically, That's Not One of Your Beds...

2007-12-03T11:21:00.000-05:00

Someone's waiting very patiently for Santy Claus to arrive....

My Very Determined Little Man...

2007-11-30T09:14:00.001-05:00

He's back! And apparently he's hungry. Unfortunately, the box is, umm, empty....

Homecoming!

2007-11-29T10:42:00.001-05:00

After many weeks with Gammy and Gampy, somebody is finally coming home tonight and I can't wait. I was beginning to suspect my parents had hatched a plan to keep the little one forever (I mean, who could blame them). Hopefully he'll readjust to a home where the only activity the kitchen sees is the pouring of a glass of wine.

T Minus 4 Weeks!!!

2007-11-27T10:35:00.000-05:00

Tweeee! It is officially Xmas time!!! I can listen to my Xmas music at top volume without worrying that my neighbors are judging me AND I can finally bust out my Elf DVD. And it's a Xmas miracle! The wee one managed to fix my camera. He is so handy. I knew he learned something after all those years at Oxford. Pictured is Sir Rudolph in an outtake from last year's photo shoot.

Gobble, Gobble...

2007-11-22T11:40:00.000-05:00

Buster hopes that this Turkey Day everyone overeats, gets a little tipsy and then takes a long luxurious nap. Happy Thanksgiving!!

Mr. Autumn

2007-11-14T15:49:00.000-05:00

I think if someone were to tell Buster what season he is, he'd be an autumn. I took him out on my parents' front lawn over the weekend and got him to chase me a few times. Sadly, Uncle Marco's video camera setting doesn't work, so I couldn't capture the awesomeness that is the wee one running. However, he did manage to let me take a few pics of him among the leaves. I love the Buddy face he is making in this one. Unfortunately for Buster he doesn't sport the adorable one up/one down ears that Buddy does. But from certain angles I'd like to think they could pass for brothers....

Lonesome

2007-11-12T09:37:00.000-05:00

I am without the little one for the next two weeks. He is staying with Gammy and Gampy while I head out to sunny California to visit Uncle Eric and some other folks. While it's nice to sleep an extra 20 minutes in the morning, I feel kind of lost and quite blue without my little guy. My mom said he sat and stared at the door for most of the evening until finally acquiescing to a belly rub from my dad.

**It's funny, I knew the little one reminded me of someone or something in this picture and it finally hit me this morning when I was pouring milk into my coffee. He's the spitting image of Dobby the House Elf! In the past, Toby and I have discussed which house the Sorting Hat would place the wee one in. Toby says Slytherin, I vote for Hufflepuff. The little one, however, keeps insisting on Ravenclaw. He never misses an opportunity to be contrary...

Camera Shy...

2007-11-07T09:48:00.001-05:00

Well, we had an exhausting holiday photo shoot last night. There was a lot of gagging and head shaking, which led to a lot of blurry shots, but I finally got THE ONE. There was also a lot of pleading: "Wee one, sit. Wee one, stay. Wee one, please.", which is fairly ridiculous since he clearly does not understand any of those directives nor does he ever listen to me in the first place. But, nevertheless, I finally got the perfect pic, so the holiday season can officially begin as far as I'm concerned. However, an unfortunate side effect of the photo shoot is that the little one is a bit tired of having a camera in the face, so he is only allowing me to photograph him from behind for at least a few days...we won't tell him he looks a bit like a sausage from this angle...

Hip, Hip, Hooray!!!

2007-11-06T09:26:00.000-05:00

Three cheers for Uncle Marco who let me borrow his old camera until mine is fixed! I am ever so excited. So much so that I took about 20 pictures of the little one just snoozing last night in front of the TV. Anyhow, today is a rainy, blustery day in NYC. So I think we should all follow Buster's lead and find something soft, curl up on it, and take a little nappy-poo. Even if it means mum doesn't have anything to step onto when she gets out of the shower...

How Is It Not Christmas Yet?!

2007-10-31T16:00:00.000-04:00

This morning I was feeling a bit glum while I walked to work, so to cheer myself up I listened to some Xmas music. Don't judge me. Technically, today is a holiday so holiday music is completely acceptable. Anyhow, it reminded me of these totes adorbs pictures Uncle Marco took of the little one last year around Xmas. Also, on the subject of Xmas I *may* have found what he will be donning for this year's card. But since I have yet to see it in person, I'm not completely sold on the idea yet. And, of course, without a camera, it's going to make the photo shoot that much more challenging. So perhaps I do see a cake o' treats in someone's future....