Excellent Help

There's nothing like having good help and here's a good example of it.  Mary Jane and Betsy Jo helped their daddy rake leaves earlier in the week.  True, their purpose was self-serving: they wanted to jump up and down into the pile of leaves.  But they and Daddy all busted out their leaf utensils and worked hard for a few minutes before giving into the temptation of flopping into a pile of leaves or jumping up and down in them like they were muddy puddles.

Dog walker and mothers in strollers all just had to smile.  There's nothing like the pure unmitigated joy in watching two girls frolic in a pile of leaves.  And this being Los Angeles in March... who knows when those leaves will return for another stomping.

Voting Day?

Ever have an Election Day and no one showed up to vote?  Well, welcome to Los Angeles.  Not that really any of us cared... after eight years of Villaraigosa who turned his head toward every TV camera (and female newsperson), the bar has been set very low.

And no more phone calls about the local LAUSD race.  I don't mean to sound... hmm... elitist... but my girls will go to private school.  I don't care about the LAUSD race.

Thunderstruck

Zot!

Hopefully the first thunderstorm to hit Los Angeles in quite a while will not keep my girls up tonight.  Mary Jane and Betsy Jo are probably too young to be scared by such things.  As for Mommy, TV Turtle, Cherry Bugg and Clifford?  I'm not so sure...

Doing the Dog Dance

Mary Jane has not yet quite figured out the differences between rabbits, dogs, and cats.  She, being a true member of the Erb family, thinks that all animals are "bunnies."  Christmas was the first time she was introduced to those barking animals. She was completely thrown off but still calls them "bunnies" anyway.

Upon our walk a few days ago over at the Airport Park, we passed by the dog park that is there.  You know, that's the park that originally allowed only Santa Monica dogs inside.  Nevermind that all Santa Monica residents have to drive to the park and Los Angeles (re: Mar Vista) residents could actually walk there.  Ah, Santa Monica being Santa Monica.  But this isn't a rant about the evils of Santa Monica... or is it?

Anyway, Mary Jane watched some dogs and she then busted out into a dog dance.  Quite a classic to watch. 

Was That a Bugg Butt? (no, another kind)

Root Beer Float headbutted her sister today to get at some tasty greens. She didn't think that anyone was watching but Mister John gets home earlier now from summer school and watched this incident underneath the orange tree. She headbutted her a second time as well. Usually her sister Ruby Jane is the assertive one but maybe it's RBF's turn to lay down the backyard law.

None of the bunnies look forward to Independence Day. Well, first of all, they do not get any independence (which will be added in a later blog). Secondly, all the noise in the neighborhood from neighbor's illegal fireworks (always illegal in LA but can be bought in Culver City) startle them just a tad.