This Week in Goff History…

  The dahlias have been a little late this year, but they most certainly have not disappointed…

Kylie, Kendell, and Cael enjoyed the bounty from the Saturday Farmer’s Market.  It just happens to be conveniently located so they could sit and munch on apples, corn (yep and it was good), and free cookies while their mother “browsed” in “Material Girls” …

We were finally able to get the fam together to commemorate Miss Kendell’s day of birth!  We wanted our guests to feel welcome and secure, so we had them all sit on fancy plastic chairs of the highest quality in the backyard and now we know why it is advisable to not lean back on  these sweet seats—sorry about the collapsing/shattering/breaking-in-slow-motion chair there, Uncle Mike…

The jr. high set started up (Morgan and her cute friend, Taylor) for the year with the new dress code of stripes only…

Can you just feel the excitement of the almost-done-with-jr.-high boy?  This shot could be entitled “that’s fine if you are in the car, but I HAVE to get a picture of you on your first day”—quality photography is what we’re all about…

8 Lives Spent…

This is our goofy, casual, people-loving, exotic Russian Blue cat, Zeke.  We are all about the exotic…

On Friday, as the people that live in the house were coming into said house after school, Zeke decided that he wanted to go out- and then he changed his mind and thought he would shimmy under the garage door before it got all the way down and come back in, because he is a cat.  (Our sensor on the garage door is very low, so it always goes back up if he crosses the sensor path.)  He must’ve been down extremely low, and disgustingly, the garage door came down on our poor cat, with his head inside the garage and the rest of his body outside.  Our sweet and gracious neighbors witnessed this disturbing scene and ran over to ring the doorbell and tell us about Zeke.  Paul got the door up and our little kit kat was motionless and breathing heavily/rapidly.  It was so sad and awful to have him laying there on his side suffering and there really was not a thing we could do for him—definitely not a good feeling.  We thought there could be no hope for our cat. 

Paul went through the phone book and got ahold of a vet who said to go ahead and bring him in—we thought for sure that would be the end for Zeke, his neck had to be broken.  Our sweet neighbors brought a board over and helped us gently get the cat onto the board and into the car.  Paul and Curtis got to the vet’s office, where they got him some fluids and gave him a cortisone shot.   We did not want to get hopes up, because it did not look good…

The office called an hour later and said he was moving his back legs a bit , then the vet called an hour after that and said Zeke was up on all fours!  Paul went back down with Kylie-who’s heartbroken tears had turned to sheer joy- to retrieve our very mellow, but very alive cat!  He was a bit on the wobbly side, but  is loving his newfound ability to be able to rest anywhere without being “invited” to get off of a bed, and to get petted and loved every time he makes an entrance…

All in all, I still can’t believe that our cat is purring, walking, eating, alive!  I’m so thankful for nice neighbors (so sorry for that grotesque image they had to witness) and for a nice vet, who actually refunded $30 to Paul when he came for Zeke!  You just never know with cats…

Happy Birthday Kendell!!

Today is the day that this very girl turns   11 years old!! 

 

August is a grand time to be the birthday girl—the weather is warm/hot/really hot, school’s out (scream and shout--unless you’ve got the year-around thing going), water slides,  swimming pools, bike rides, popsicles, ice cream, watermelon, mmm-summer…

   So I totally feel like I’m a complete  downer with the summer fun when  I tell you that being the “birther”  (now there’s a lovely word) in the month of August was slightly less grand-the weather was hot/HOT/SUPER HOT!!  I was swollen, sweaty and in a constant state of motion pushing kidlets #1 and 2 up and down the street in the double stroller  trying to “encourage” kidlet #3 to make her debut (all to no avail, and let me say that in the state of Washington, seeing a very pregnant lady strolling with 2 other children under the age of 3 was definitely something to gawk at) –oh, the memories!!  Unfortunately, with no digital cameras way back in 1998, I cannot show evidence of my matronly lack of ankles, as well as lack of clear skin, such a shame…

 

                                          I can show you a fun girl who is now 11, and when given the chance to eat her weight in Red Robin onion rings, opted to instead chew just a few…

 

Happy Birthday to YOU, Kendell!!  Our fam would not be the same without our sis in the middle…