We went to a neighborhood festival this weekend, and Sidamo wanted to get his face painted. We've only done that once before, and he HATED it, so I was surprised that he wanted to give it a try again. I'm glad he did, though, because look how flipping cool this is. He chose "Serpentine."
A little creepy, no? Turns out he thought so, too—he couldn't sleep at naptime because he was afraid of his face. Poor kid.
Baby sister loved it, though. This is one of their favorite activities lately: Walking together holding hands. Kinda ridiculously cute.
Not our best family photo, what with Sidamo's disguise and mama's tear-streaked face. We made the decision this weekend to put Daisy down after our second very, very difficult night in a week (she's an 11-year-old Great Dane with spinal degeneration). We decided we'd spend one more week together and have our vet come over this coming Saturday to help us say goodbye. But apparently Daisy heard us make the call, because she has caught a second wind and is as perky as ever. So the appointment is canceled, and we'll just continue to play it by ear and enjoy whatever time we have left together.
Getting old sucks, FYI.