Getting Back to It

Well obviously things are back to normal.  Dad's still trying to catch up at work, going in early, staying late, procrastinating with my posts more than ever.  
     Since returning from neglecting me for a week vacation mom's turned another year older.  These balloons, which took me some getting used to, are all that's left of the celebration.  She turned (fill in the blank) years old, and dad says she's as youthful and childlike as ever.

     Though somewhat restrained mom and dad did go a little overboard during their week away as far as their nutritional needs, and now they have to get back to working hard at eating right (the weight's all on mom's shoulders, if I'm honest here).
     They enjoyed the soft serve, the nights out on the town, and road food, but now they're getting back to this kind of stuff.  One of mom's new favorites is veggie skewers with quinoa.  Dad whines about longs for good old Teriyaki and sticky white or fried rice, but he's starting to enjoy these fresh, colorful, healthy meals, and mom's happier with the lower sodium fresh-as-can-be dinners.

     I'm just happy that they're back.  I have this thing where I flop over and curl myself up, front paws tucked in, looking all cute and adorable, and they can't help but gush over me and my cuteness.