Beach in February

John had a great idea tonight. We both got off of work at decent times, packed up the kids and headed to the beach! Jack stayed in the Baby Bjorn with me and watched Scout run up and down the beach, chasing his tennis ball. Scout really is improving on his fetching skills. However, he has yet to learn proper beach bathroom behavior. Everytime we go, he sniffs around the sand for a minute or two and then...he poops. Always. John and I forget to take a pick-up bag. Always. So we get the inevitable dirty looks from passerby who are obviously tourists and probably cat lovers. It's obviously our fault, but shouldn't Scout's beauty and Jack's cuteness count for something? Here's a great picture of John and Scout. It looks like Scout's getting a fetch lesson.

We've been glued to the Olympics this week again. It's just so tempting to look at the results before we get to see them. With a baby, it's hard to stay awake to watch the good stuff, but somehow we manage to catch the exciting events. Like tonight's exhibition men's figure skating. What in the world? Let's congratulate the olympic athletes, who have slaved for 4 years by making them do their routine just one more time. What happened to a party? A sheet cake from the local grocery store saying "Congratulations!!! You did it" in shaky, icing cursive? Not at the Olympics. They are too hard core for the Usserys. Instead of watching the exhibitions, we opted for America's Funniest Videos. A proposal segment just aired where various men were popping the question to their ladies. Our favorite was the guy who asked his wife to rub his back. When he took his shirt off, his girlfriend read "Marry Me", which had been shaved into his back hair. The best part...she cried tears of JOY. It's a mix of emotions when you go from a pride-swelling moment of watching an American win the silver in 10000m speedskating to the language of love spelled out through back hair.

Hope your night has been as fun and interesting as ours.