The sound of a full bottle of olive oil shattering on the kitchen floor* Whooeet! Whooeet! *
The sound of me whistling to call the kittycat.* Whooeet! Whooeet! *
The sound of a mockingbird...um...calling the kittycat? Lucky for the mockingbird, the kitty has learned to ignore us both. A mockingbird in our yard once learned to mock our phone ringing. Very entertaining.* Thoomp! Thoomp! Thoomp! *
The sound of a little gymnast practicing round-offs* Thoomp! Thoomp! Thoomp! *
The sound of a little gymnast practicing back walk-overs - they are quieter than round-offs
This picture has no relation to the post above it, but I am just so happy to have rediscovered my camera, tucked into my crochet bag during Gymnastics camp, and wanted to show off what's left of my first 2 batches of bluberry jam.