
Gee Olive, make yourself comfortable.






Waking up…


And then…


And Katie isn’t even a teen yet.










I asked her to start some of her laundry last night. I didn’t check the laundry room until the morning and found this. The room was CLEAN the last time I checked. GRRR.

We assumed Maggie was senile because she didn’t understand she could walk through a smaller sliding door opening. She’d sit outside next to the opening and bark to be let in.
Well.
Olive does the same thing—this wasn’t clear to her.


She wasn’t thrilled with the sweater (she wants to chew on the loose ruffle/skirt part) but she enjoyed the walk.








I’ve told them a hundred times to wash their cereal down the drain but does it happen?
The new punishment for “forgetting” is cleaning the sink. Like with actual sink cleaner and a sponge. (This was Katie’s mess but Owen does it, too.)



Our foursome went to Charlie Berens tonight and he was hilarious. If you are from the Midwest and haven’t seen him, you’re missing out! Stop what you’re doing and go watch some of his videos on YouTube (and you can get merch here).



Tom said there was some whining throughout the race – and there was some walking – but everyone finished!








I thought she might just lay down and relax like Maggie loved to do.
NOPE.
She was up the whole time—looking out the windows, trying to get on the dash, barking at people in cars, and then watching intently when Tom went in to run an errand.

A few people have wondered if Olive looks anything like Maggie. The answer is a resounding no.



Olive was so cute cuddling with Grannie…

And then she was a creeper when Grannie was eating lunch!


