This past week, Olive went to Wednesday knitting with me. I knew I couldn't leave her home alone for such a long time without a bottle or something unforeseen happening ( She's gotten very good at jumping out of her box. I've come back from the barn several times to find her standing in the kitchen communing with Ivy, our corgi!) So, I fixed her a nice little place in the floor of the truck, packed a bottle and some diapers and away we went. As soon as I placed her on the floor of the truck, she hopped up in the passenger seat and settled in as if she had been riding in trucks all of her short life. While we were at knitting, she laid on the couch beside me (no furniture or floors were harmed because she was wearing her diaper--which she hates).
I took the picture at a stoplight by aiming the camera in her general direction and hoping for the best. In other words, I "Kinneared" her. Remember that whole Yarn Harlot episode? When we were having dinner with friends this past week, I mentioned that I had "Kinneared" Olive in the truck and Audrey in the back of my car. The two husbands had a hard time grasping the whole "Kinneared" concept. Not only did it take a lot of explaining, but even after they knew the meaning of it they didn't think it was all that funny. (Of course, I also had to google Greg Kinnear on my I-Phone so they could see who he was!) Men really are from Mars.
(partners in crime)