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Awful quiet around the AtwoodZoo this week. Kenzo and Mabel are off to church camp.

So, according to Suzie, it's just "me and mommy and daddy."

I am just beginning to realize that it will most likely be "me and mommy and daddy" forever. Mabel and Kenzo will grow up and move on (cue the violins...) and Suzie will stay. Forever.

We’ve entered a new phase of parenting, and it’s not an especially helpful or cute phase that you want to scrapbook like “my children will fetch me a cold drink from the refrigerator” or “my children will scratch my back on demand.”

It’s incessant fighting and I don’t like it one bit.

As Katie noted at the top of this post, when we go on vacation next week, we’re using a house-sitter. There’s no way we could find to have all three dogs taken care of plus two cats a rat and a fish.

In the 17 years we have been here, we've never camped down by the Whites Creek.

There are several reasons, not the least of which is that living in our house is pretty similar to camping out except for the satellite dish and refrigerator.

The larger reason has been that we have had an open land policy and have not wanted to deal with some of the people who go to the creek. Recent events

In the first story, many folks in and around Nashville have done exactly what the author is talking about, but the difficulty is not so much in finding the materials and constructing the houses.

Last Sunday for Mother’s Day we went to visit my mom. My nephews, Snake & The Evil One were also in attendance. At times, the boys, as with most other boys their ages, will get a bit rambunctious. They had these little bean bags and NERF balls that they were playing with inside the house.

Last Sunday for Mother’s Day we went to visit my mom. My nephews, Snake & The Evil One were also in attendance. At times, the boys, as with most other boys their ages, will get a bit rambunctious. They had these little bean bags and NERF balls that they were playing with inside the house.