Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Because He's My First Baby...
My dog almost died this week.
But he didn't.
Instead he got a $3500 spleenectomy done by a fancy-schmancy veterinary surgeon complete with new-fangled funnel alternative.
Plus the added towel since the expensive blow-up donut didn't keep him from releasing two staples in the blink of an eye.
This will give him nine more months. Maybe a year.
We had to do it though. The maybe two weeks was more than we could hear.
So we won't be going to Disney next year.
We won't be getting curtains. Finally.
But our dog will be here this summer. And possibly Christmas.
So it was worth it.
But he didn't.
Instead he got a $3500 spleenectomy done by a fancy-schmancy veterinary surgeon complete with new-fangled funnel alternative.
Plus the added towel since the expensive blow-up donut didn't keep him from releasing two staples in the blink of an eye.
This will give him nine more months. Maybe a year.
We had to do it though. The maybe two weeks was more than we could hear.
So we won't be going to Disney next year.
We won't be getting curtains. Finally.
But our dog will be here this summer. And possibly Christmas.
So it was worth it.
Monday, April 18, 2011
The Last Day of Three....Really
Four years ago today....
It really does seem like yesterday.
It's hard to remember when we didn't have a little bit of pink in our house.
And can I just say how so very much I miss that sweet little boy rubbing my hair in that chair every morning. What I wouldn't give for one more morning of that.
It really does seem like yesterday.
It's hard to remember when we didn't have a little bit of pink in our house.
And can I just say how so very much I miss that sweet little boy rubbing my hair in that chair every morning. What I wouldn't give for one more morning of that.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
My Blog is Broken...
Or at least that's what I hear ;)
I have lots to write about it, but no time in which to do it. We are in the last six weeks of preschool and along with that comes Mother's Day Tea, Father's Day Picnic, Easter Egg Hunts, and "Graduation". Those also come with art projects that must be laminated, cut, magnetted, and wrapped and guess who gets to do those things? Did I happen to mention the twenty page scrapbooks I have to put together for each child? ALL FIFTEEN OF THEM????
Yeah. That's taking up all my blogging time.
But not Facebook time. I can't let my Frontier and Island die.
Priorities, ya'll.
Anyway....
I found this in my archives. I almost cried. I remember taking that picture. I remember how smart she thought she was because she could take that hat off. Now that baby can put letters together to write words. She can read a little too. She can kick a ball as well as her brothers and can put her own temporary tattoo on her arm.
She got big.
No fair.
In two weeks she'll be four. years. old.
How?
When?
Gah.
I have lots to write about it, but no time in which to do it. We are in the last six weeks of preschool and along with that comes Mother's Day Tea, Father's Day Picnic, Easter Egg Hunts, and "Graduation". Those also come with art projects that must be laminated, cut, magnetted, and wrapped and guess who gets to do those things? Did I happen to mention the twenty page scrapbooks I have to put together for each child? ALL FIFTEEN OF THEM????
Yeah. That's taking up all my blogging time.
But not Facebook time. I can't let my Frontier and Island die.
Priorities, ya'll.
Anyway....
I found this in my archives. I almost cried. I remember taking that picture. I remember how smart she thought she was because she could take that hat off. Now that baby can put letters together to write words. She can read a little too. She can kick a ball as well as her brothers and can put her own temporary tattoo on her arm.
She got big.
No fair.
In two weeks she'll be four. years. old.
How?
When?
Gah.
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