Cheryl and McKenzie stopped by for a visit from Europe on the way to visit other family. They only got to stay one night, but it is always great seeing them. Being the hermits that we can be, Brian and I didn't take advantage of them living so close. Now I miss just knowing we have family in the area and I miss seeing them even more.
Poor...McKenzie? Mika? I'm not sure who scared the other more.
Mika is very tall as most of you know and she has a very very loud bark. She use to be so afraid of children as a puppy that she would plant herself and pee on the spot when they were around. We don't know why. She has gotten better though. She barked very soon after McKenzie saw her for the first time since she was full grown and Kenz is use to small dogs, but probably hasn't seen too many big ones. I think a combination of Mika's size and the volume/depth of her bark scared Kenz right at the beginning. So we kept Mika in her crate or in our bedroom while they were here. McKenzie was still quite worried about the dog though. After realizing Mika couldn't get out of her crate, she played on our keyboard (also known as a pinano, for those of you who may not know) most of the evening. I think she liked controlling the sound of the notes. She is getting very independent and learning to do most things on her own. A stage I loved seeing my little sisters go through, but I'm sure it can be trying for the parents. This morning, Kenz found the demo button on the keyboard so she got to dance around to music. She loves to dance so much, and I love watching her do it.
When they left for the airport this morning, I let Mika out of our bedroom. I promptly sat down to write this blog about their visit and check to see what was going on in this world (woot woot the higgs boson particle discovery...I like positive news and I saw it yesterday, but it is big enough to enjoy today too). Then I hear Mika doing something downstairs near her food bowl, which I know is empty (she has been training me for children all this time). I go and check to see what she got out of the trash. Already tossing around a few thoughts with Brian about Mika and diapers last night, I suspected a diaper was the target of her raid. Sure enough, on the living room floor was a diaper that had been in the trash. Thankfully, she heard me coming, and it was fully intact and closed (compared to shredded all over the living room floor which is what I mentally prepared myself for). This has instantly changed our need for a diaper genie from a "like to have"/"nice to have" (and me thinking it was almost worthless since we have so many floors we could be changing diapers on) to a "must have" for at least the main floor.
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