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Wow! What a weekend. It was full. Friday was a busy day in general. I took Shrek in for an eval on his feet. Poor dude is pigeon toed like his Mama. Unfortunately he drags one of his feet while his toes are pointing at his other leg. He and his brother Donkey are going to have to wear some elastics on their feet to turn them out. Some smart info that the specialist shared with me. Being pigeon toed and knock kneed like that can lead to arthritis and other foot problems. Wow! Good to know now that I'm 30 and have those problems. *Sigh* I'm assuming my mother's solution of making me wear my shoes on the wrong feet when I was little did not work.
Friday the Diva learned about Doctor's and made her own doctor bag. She spent an hour taking care of Mr. Mayer and I and bandaging us up.


After Mr. Mayer and I were mended Nana Karen and Papa Brad came over to watch Shrek and Donkey and Mr. Mayer and I took Diva to the Tulsa State Fair.

That is always an adventure. We met some friends there. We all ran our legs off. I let Diva eat a very healthy dinner....followed by cake balls and fried potatoes. I rock. The people watching at the fair is entertainment alone.

The next morning we were up and at em' again. We drove to Grove and FINALLY got around to taking the dudes 1 year pictures. I'm only a month late. Not bad in my book. It was a gorgeous day. One of my best friends lives there and was gracious enough to let us come out to her house and take some pics as well. We had a great time with the Lane's and their precious little Addie. Both of the dudes are smitten with Ms. Addie and liked to pull her hair. It was another long day.
By Sunday we were all grumpy. It was definitely a day of rest. We didn't do much of anything yesterday. Just hung out around the house. Shrek has learned how to climb up the stairs to the top of the swing set in the backyard so it makes playing outside a little more difficult. He thinks he is hot stuff though. Donkey has no interest in following behind his brother. Thank goodness!

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  1. You know, people were jealous of that banana, it looked so delicious. lol

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