It finally feels like fall outside! I stepped outside expecting the same muggy, southern heat we’ve had for-freaking-ever, and lo! It was under 65, breezy, and sweater worthy.
After naptime I bundled up the baby, stuck the toddler in long sleeves and we headed outside for fun.
We played with chalk and swept the driveway, since Little Bear loves to use the brooms.
Pip tried out the new hat I knit for him. I think I’ll have to quickly make another one, since it’s just the right size, and he’s growing like a weed! No complaints there, though- I’m primarily a crocheter, not a knitter, and my skills need work. This hat is a simple enough project for my weak knitting skills to handle during long nursing sessions!
We were outside for two. hours.
Guys. The baby isn’t even a month old. I’ve never even been able to successfully keep the toddler outside for that long before on his own, let alone with having to take care of another tiny human. And we also put away chalk, brooms, and toys then went inside with no tears! Another success!
I hope y’all are enjoying autumn! What are some of your favorite ways to enjoy the season?
Last October, our little love nugget turned a year old, and we were ready to party. Of course, the tricky part of a baby party is how on earth do you make it fun for both the baby AND the adults invited?
Our answer: Theme it with the baby’s favorite Disney Jr. show, and gear the games towards the adults!
I worked with a really good print shop on Etsy to get the invitations. I told them what I wanted the design to say, and they did the arranging part. Then I printed out a bunch on cardstock at the local office supply store. Voila! Cheap invitations.
A family friend is a fantastic cake baker and decorator. She even made it gluten-free, so I could eat cake, too!
She sculpted a Kion for the top, and a ton of flowers, foliage, and grubs galore!
I bought the action figures at Toys R Us.
I made a simple photo backdrop by hanging different colored streamers and taping up balloons, all from Party City!
The first party game was “Name The Baby.” I asked all the guests to bring a baby picture of themselves, hung them up with numbered clothespins, and had them write down who they thought each baby might be. It was a good “get to know you” kind of game for those who didn’t know each other well, and I tossed some Disney babies in there for bonus points.
I gave out the little notebooks and pens as party favors, along with a Lion Guard plastic cup.
We also played a 10 question trivia game about Baby Flynn’s first year, mostly multiple-choice. Things like “What was his first finger food?” (A sweet-potato fry!)
I bought a cute little chalkboard from Target that was the winner’s prize.
I made the cake repellent wall protector high-chair backdrop from a plastic tablecloth. The banner was from several packs of colored burlap banners, and I hand-lettered them with paint pens. Mini clothes pins and twine came helped finish it all off, and all taped up with painter’s tape, strategically hidden behind the balloons.
Little Man even got a smash cake covered in “grubs”…
Though he was given a more appropriately sized piece to cut down on crumbles.
Meanwhile, the grown-ups dug into the big cake.
Someone decided to trust me with cutting the cake.
Something that isn’t pictured is the giant letter “B” initial I bought for guests to sign with a little birthday message. I used scrapbooking pens, laid them and the white letter out on the table, and guests could just sign whenever they got a moment. It turned out well, though I recommend either using sharpie or paint pens if you do this. The scrapbooking pens were colorful, but took a LONG time to dry and smudged a little. But it still turned out cool, and is part of my son’s bedroom decor!
I also bought a Lion Guard table cloth for the food table, to keep the theme going. We had simple food: a veggie tray, a fruit tray, some chips & dip, and the cake. (I mean, it’s really all about the cake, right? Right.)
I hope you enjoyed the look into his party (only 7 months later… Better late than never)! What are some of your favorite party themes for littles?
Hearing giant giggles and laughter that dissolves into hiccups, followed by more laughter.
Seeing my son play catch with my husband for the first time, the cause of all of the laughter.
So much delight and love in such a small game makes my heart melt.
(Yup, blogging about being pregnant again. And I’m not sorry, since it’s a little hard to ignore my quickly-expanding midsection! I would like to note that this was written in one of my sleepy-but-not-ready-to-sleep-can’t-settle-down states of mind. So it’s very, very honest. You’ve been warned!)
When you’re pregnant, people first congratulate you. Everyone gets excited. It’s a big deal, there’s talk of babies and showers and cute little stuffed animals – yay!
Then they turn around and tell you how difficult everything is going to be, how tough babies are, and how tired you’re going to be.
Um… gee, thanks, I wanted to hear all of that negative stuff right now. It’s not like I’m dreading shoving a baby out of my body through a hole it really shouldn’t fit through or anything, just pile on the rest of the crappy parts while I’m focused on that!
Today, though, I just want to focus on the tired. Because I’m already tired. Really tired. I haven’t even popped out my kid through that tiny hole yet, but making a human being takes a lot out of a woman.
Now, I pulled all-nighters in college, for both fun and for studying. And those forms of tired at least allowed me to sleep once I get the chance to do so.
Not pregnancy tired. Pregnancy tired is a whole different world of sleepiness, insomnia, and weird dreams.
Pregnancy tired is yawning all day because you had to get up to pee. Twice. Then figure out how to fall back asleep because my thoughts have a new life of their own at 2 a.m.
Pregnancy tired is being exhausted from too-little sleep, going to bed late, and staying up to read for two hours because your brain won’t turn off.
Pregnancy tired is no sleeping position being comfortable except sleeping on your back, which is a huge no-no when pregnant…so really, no sleeping position is fully comfortable. (Hubby cuddles are definitely the closest I can find to “comfortable” so far, but I think that’s just because I like his big comforting hugs, not the sleeping position itself. I lay down and roll over as gracefully as a beached manatee.)
Pregnancy tired is falling sound asleep sitting up during your favorite TV show, then transferring to your much more comfortable bed and being wide awake for an hour because you just had an awesome nap.
Pregnancy tired is making it to bed at a reasonable hour, falling asleep easily, and waking up from a baby-related nightmare that is so terrifying you’re afraid to close your eyes, let alone go back to sleep.
Pregnancy tired is having your hormones suddenly unite against you at the very, very wrong times.
Just when you feel peaceful and ready to drift off, you suddenly burst into tears because HOLY CRAP I’M HAVING A BABY, WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN, WHY ARE MY BOOBS SO FREAKING HUGE ALREADY, THAT STUFFED ANIMAL WAS CUTE I SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT IT, I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO ROLL OVER IN BED WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT HOW TO MANEUVER, WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA , I’M GOING TO BE A TERRIBLE MOTHER, I LOVE MY BABY, WHAT IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG, I JUST WANT TO SLEEP, I BET THIS LITTLE GUY IS GOING TO BE ADORABLE, C-SECTIONS ARE SCARY CAN WE NOT EVEN DISCUSS THE OPTION, WE NEED TO BUY MORE BABY STUFF LET ME GO GRAB A PEN AND PAPER AND WE CAN MAKE THE LIST RIGHT NOW. (Thankfully, this has only happened twice. Both times, Hubby was very kind, woke up, talked me down and made me laugh, and hugged me until I stopped crying and fell asleep.)
Pregnancy tired is falling asleep with all blankets on because it’s cozy, and waking up in a hot, humid sweat so you have to turn up the fan, turn down the a.c… and get up again a few hours later to turn the fan back down and retrieve the blankets back from the Hubby (who always likes it when I throw my side of the blankets in his direction).
There is one perk to pregnancy tired:
If you yawn, say you’re tired, say you need a break from standing and walking, need a nap, need to take a break from life and do nothing but sit and watch that new episode of Doctor Who (or a whole season on Netflix)…
Everyone is okay with you taking that break. Napping, TV watching, sitting with feet up browsing pinterest working on your blog…. It’s all okay, and encouraged. Everyone expects you to be tired. Everyone wants you to be healthy and well-rested. (If anyone tells you otherwise, they’re a jerk and should be ignored. Or given a tongue-lashing, depending on how those hormones are behaving at the moment.)
But you wanna know a secret?
I’m happy I’m so tired.
I’m tired because I’m pregnant. My baby is healthy. He’s probably going to be adorable, and is already very well-loved. If tired is the price to pay for making a human being, so be it. If everyone could just stop reminding me how much more tired I’ll be once the baby is here, that would be lovely. I’m happy I’m a tired mama. I’ll probably be a happily tired mama for at least the next 18 years, and I couldn’t be more excited. Bring on the sleepiness, and the sleepless nights. If it means I get to be my baby’s mommy, then I can’t wait.
Besides, I’ll just keep reading Game of Thrones until I fall asleep (which is easier when I hit the boring chapters… Yes, I’m talking about you, Bran. You’re my sleepytime hero.)
When attacking a task or project, I’ve always preferred to tackle the entire thing, beginning-to-end, in one go. Even if it’s a fun painting project, having to wait for layers of paint to dry frustrates me to no end!
Tackling a project before I was pregnant did not include taking breaks, unless it was for a quick meal or snack, or using the restroom, or getting some water, something fast before I would get back to work.
And now that I’m almost ready to pop, what is everyone reminding me to do?
“Take it easy, make sure you’re not doing too much since you’re super pregnant!”
“Don’t forget to take a break!”
“Rest a lot, both you and the baby need it!”
I’ve read a lot of mommy-blogs about “Things pregnant mommies want to hear.” Apparently, “Rest up” is something all of those other mamas want someone to tell them.
“Rest” is the one thing people keep telling me that keeps really ticking me off.
I want to yell back “You think I have time to sit before this baby comes?! I need to unpack, get baby’s room ready, clean baby’s clothes, keep up with everyday house maintenance, take care of my dog, grocery shop, cook, and do laundry. Oh, and I just freaking moved across the country to where I know almost no one, so I can’t phone a friend to come over to help in exchange for coffee and food. So how about you fly over here and help clean and unpack if my resting is so important to you!?”
Of course, I don’t yell that, because I know everyone means well and wants what is best for me and the baby, and to yell all of that back would be rather unkind and unloving of me!
I have been trying to be good. In between tasks, I make sure to take a break and sit for a little while, something Netflix and Game of Thrones books has made a little less annoying. But every time I’m resting, even when I can tell I need to take a break from unpacking, organizing, and cleaning, I find myself feeling guilty.
Can you believe it? Guilty. Like I’m doing something wrong. Like I should be able to handle accomplishing ten tasks in a row, all of which require a lot of bending, picking up, moving, and being on my feet, despite carrying around an almost-full-term baby in my belly. Even resting with my Hubby in the evenings after dinner, watching one of our favorite shows, I feel like I’m doing something wrong for not still cleaning, even if I’ve had a productive day and I’m having a good time relaxing with the love of my life!
My only explanation is that it’s nesting instinct gone into overdrive. I was starting to think that the “Nesting Instinct” was just a rumor, but it is very real! And for me, I’m pretty sure that instinct is being pushed along by the desire to not have anything left to do once the baby is here except heal, nurse, and give snuggles. So until all of my nesting tasks are done, I feel guilty about leaving an important, pre-baby task undone! How could I dare to bring that child here without every little thing in its proper place?! (Yes, that’s the unreasonable pregnancy hormones talking.)
Hubby has been really diligent about helping me, and really trying to help me relax. And I think he figured out the secret: on his days off, we get a TON of housework, unpacking, and projects done around the house, with me being project manager and him being muscle; me doing smaller, mostly-sitting tasks and him doing the lift-and-moving tasks. And it’s been helping! Our house is more open, cleaner, and more organized than it has been since we moved in, and it’s largely thanks to him telling me “Here’s what we’re getting done, and you’re going to do it while sitting.”
But two straight weeks of “nesting, nesting, NESTING” finally pooped me out.
So after a weekend of tackling projects around the house, I was tired. So tired that even after a full 9 hours of sleep (making a human bean makes you extra sleepy), I woke up tired.
So yesterday, after yet another OB appointment was finished and Hubby was safely off to work, do you know what I did?
I gave myself permission to have a day off. It took some debating with myself, but I was pooped. I had no motivation to get anything around the house done.
So I rested. And it was good.
I made easy meals. I cleaned up after them. I took care of my puppy and played with her, let her in and out of the house so she could run around outside. I did do one load of laundry, but only because we were completely out of socks. (Oops.) I unpacked nothing, all afternoon.
The rest of my day was made up of Netflix, a couch, crocheting, some research about baby things around the internet, and this blog.
And it was good.
I finally think my Hubby and family are right: mommies-to-be need to rest. My not-vacuuming didn’t result in the house falling apart. Everyone had the clothes they needed, even though the laundry wasn’t all sorted out in perfect piles. And the few organizing tasks that are half-done aren’t any worse off for being ignored for one day; they’re still there, and I can tackle them later today. Or maybe tackle part of it today, and part of it tomorrow, since I now know that little elves won’t come along in the middle of the night and un-do all of my half-done projects while I sleep.
So this mama-to-be learned her lesson: Resting is good, and even necessary sometimes. Every day doesn’t have to be a full-on couch potato day, but I’m now okay with taking an hour or two to myself to recharge and relax, especially as I get really close to the due date. (I have a feeling an hour or two may grow longer as the date gets closer!)
I’m giving myself permission to take breaks. And it will be good.
366 days. That’s how long I’ve now been married to the love of my life. It’s odd to think that it’s been a year now, because it doesn’t feel like a year has passed since our wedding day, despite all of the ups, downs, and changes we have gone through together since we said our vows.
The one thing people have been telling me a lot this month is “Wow, you two have gone through so much in your first year together!” To which my response is “Really? I hadn’t thought about it much. Life just happens!” Which is true. I’m one of those people who tends to get stuck on handling life in the moment I’m in, not a big-picture person. So imagine my surprise when I finally listed all of the major changes that have happened in our first year of marriage:
Get married (obviously)
Move several states away from friends and family
Hubby started his career (Yay!)
Travel so much for work that we didn’t really “settle in” and unpack our first apartment until we (really, just our stuff!) had lived there for three months
Get our first puppy
Expect our first baby (still healthy and on the way…one month to go!)
Move across the country… again!
Buy our first home
Instantly deal with homeowner things, like buying appliances and DIY upkeep (Hello, subflooring underneath my kitchen tile. I was hoping to never meet you.)
Even writing that list, I have to take a step back from our lives to realize just how much that really is. It just seems like everything that any couple would go through in a year of marriage… right?
Well, with how big of a deal friends and family make of these events happening so close together, I started to think, “Maybe this isn’t ‘normal’ for most people.” So I took a look at the big events for our friends who have been married for a year or two so far. To my surprise, most of our friends’ first years have only a few similarities to our first year! Across the board, all of us got married, everyone moved (whether just moving to a new place together or to a new state), everyone started a new job…
And that’s about it. Three things we all have in common from what now seems like our mega list of first-year events. Of course, there are a few exceptions, such as a few friends expecting their first baby too, or getting a pet… but those are exceptions. We’re the only ones to really hit all of these big things in one fell swoop.
So then I had to ask myself, “Why does this seem so normal to me? Why am I so surprised when people react with shock when they realize how busy our year has been?”
And the only answer I can come up with is this:
I have a fantastic marriage.
I picked a really good man: hardworking, loving, a provider, and a caretaker. A man who shares my faith and love for God. A man who just happens to have a fantastic sense of humor, which is definitely needed for getting through the stressful stuff. (He takes great pride in that he can make me laugh even when I’m super angry or really sad.) Luckily, he decided to pick me to be his woman. (I’m going to claim a good mix of faith and being cute, funny, and able to cook drew him in, though you’d have to ask him to get the list.)
My really good man and I knew before we got married that we would be a team, one united force in taking on life together, making sure that our vision and goal for our family is a common goal between us. It’s something that we still bring up on a regular basis. We make sure we are on the same page about the decisions we have to make in our life, even if it takes a few hours of loquacious arguing logical debate.
No matter what comes up, we both have the attitude of “This is the new normal.” We allow ourselves a little while to wallow in the “life sucks right now!” mood, but quickly help each other move on to adjusting to our “new normal.” (And we both work really, really hard to keep each other’s spirits up when something unexpected and unwanted happens, big or small!)
And somehow, through dealing with all of our “new normals” this year, our marriage is just as good, if not better, than when it started. I truly believe it’s because we knew what we wanted our marriage to look like before it began.
Because every day we take the time to make sure we are still sharing the same goal for our marriage and family, even as it changes to fit our “new normal.”
Because every day, each of us finds some way to show each other – in some way, big or small – that we love and appreciate who the other one is, that we are happy the other one picked us to share life with, and that we will do whatever we can to make the other one happy.
Here’s to our first crazy, busy, “normal” year! And may there be many, many more “normal” years together.
When one gains weight while pregnant, that weight does not simply go to the adorable baby bump or turn double-D’s into double-E’s. (Dear Girls, please stop growing. Sincerely, my budget that doesn’t have room for fancy nursing-bra stores that sell your size.)
No, that lovely weight gain does not go only to those places. In fact, it seems to be bypassing all of the normal “flabby” zones and head straight for the furthest of extremities.
Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in my life, I have… <gulp>
I have never witnessed the cankle phenomena on myself, so watching – and today, actually feeling – my ankles and calves inflate like Baymax was a rather unique experience.
Luckily, these are temporary pregnancy cankles, and are only showing up late in the afternoon or evening due to being on my feet for the majority of the day. All my baby weight presses down, and it bypasses butt and legs and goes straight to my feet.
But that’s not all!
It also goes outwards, and has made my normally muscular yet normal-sized fingers (yes, muscular, I’m a pianist so I have massive fingers for a lady) swell up to sausages the size of…
Okay, fine, I’m exaggerating and my fingers at least look normal, unlike my poor calves and ankles. Except that I can no longer fit my wedding rings onto my finger, which makes me feel sad, and strangely naked. Thank goodness, I have plenty of necklace chains for the rings to hang out upon, and it is a better solution than waiting to take off the rings until they are so tight that they would have to be cut off from my finger. (Apparently this can happen. I’ve read several pregnancy horror stories that end in wedding bands that are no more for the sake of phalangeal circulation.)
Only two months to go until Baby is supposed to make its arrival!
Moving is one of those things that is always guaranteed to be, well… interesting.
Today’s interesting part is sitting in the laundromat with my laptop while my clothes are drying, because we haven’t yet purchased a washer and dryer for our new home. (Though we will be soon! My preggo belly can’t handle lugging all these bags of laundry from one side of town to the other much longer.)
Our move did go smoothly, or at least as smoothly as a move could probably go. Bottom line, this housewife is happy to be in a house that is ours and we can set up any way we want!
Here are just a few things I’ve learned during this move.
1. I despise being apart from my husband for long lengths of time.
It sucks. Really, really sucks. So when you have to wait for mortgage paperwork to go through, then the company messes up and sets you back a few weeks, and you’re apart even longer than originally planned for, it TOTALLY sucks.
2. It’s okay to have your extended family come and help.
Especially when moving by yourself and your husband is already waiting for you states and states away. My grandparents, my mom, and then my mom-in-law came and helped me get ready for the move. Mom-in-law even let me stay with her for a week when I was waiting for our house and paperwork to be ready for us! (Seriously, dealing with mortgage companies sucks.)
3. Moving companies are both great and a headache.
I am one of those people who, if I have to pack up a room, will spend several hours on one box because I have to find just the right things to pack together. I have no ability to just put a bunch of things from the same shelf/area/table in a room in the same box, and if I do manage to do it, it is only after a long span of thinking (out loud.. sorry, hubby) about the pros and cons of packing these things together. And oh, look, I haven’t used this little gadget in AGES! When was the last time I saw it? Ooh, I have a picture of that day somewhere over there… I think you get the idea.
Of course, packers/movers don’t always use as much common sense as you’d think they would. I mean, who packs a giant coffee maker into a not-too-big box, so the coffee maker is taking up most of the box, but DOESN’T WRITE “COFFEE MAKER ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE BOX? Seriously, who does that to their fellow human beings?!!
4. I hate unpacking.
I’ve been trying to understand why I have absolutely no motivation to unpack any of the boxes around my lovely little new house. If I dig back into my college psych classes, I could probably deduce that my reluctance to unpack is due to my reluctance to accept that we have fully moved way far away from anywhere we’ve lived before. Or maybe I’m just too obsessed with making sure every little item has it’s perfect, final home the first time it comes out of the box so I don’t have to find another home for it before the next move we make.
Whichever it is, thank the Lord that my patient husband finally said “We’ve been here long enough, we’re unpacking, don’t argue just put stuff away!” And it actually worked out pretty well! Within a half hour we had found that darn coffee pot, and managed to unpack most of the rest of our kitchen. Sure, some pans, bowls, and storage containers still need to find a final resting place in the pantry, but at least they are out, I can use them, and I can put them away in the space of a day.
5. It’s hard to move.
Not physically, though it is pretty dang tiring! I mean a move this big is really emotionally draining. To give you an idea of where I’m coming from, as far as I can remember I’ve lived in the land of the south, the land of “Do all y’all want some more sweet tea?” and “Well bless your heart!” (That is not a compliment, people.)
Now I live so far north that yes, I can take a five minute drive and see Canada across the river. Oh, and apparently get some Canadian radio stations in clearer than the American ones.
One great thing has been cooler weather while I’m at the beached whale stage of pregnancy, though according to the locals “It’s so hot and humid, how do you stand it being pregnant?” (I sweetly explain I’m from the south, so for me “hot” = “over 95 degrees and if we’re lucky it will get down to 90 degrees overnight” and “humid” means “100% humidity on a sunny, cloud-free day.”)
But I digress. It’s hard to move. It’s hard to be more than a day’s drive from family and friends, and to be in a completely different area of the country where the culture, retail stores, and even people’s mannerisms are all just different enough to make you remember every day that this isn’t home.
I keep reminding myself that this will feel like home soon. As far as our house goes, it already feels like home. I think that’s mostly because my husband and puppy are there, but it definitely helps that our house is cute (if needing a few updates), and we have pretty friendly neighbors. And the rest is slowly starting to feel more like home, as I get used to going to the same church every week, the same grocery store, and getting into a daily routine so I don’t wake up thinking “what am I going to do today?” every single morning.
So far, the most important thing I keep reminding myself is…
6. It’s okay to be a little sad.
About a week after we moved, we decided that we needed a break from unpacking, cleaning, and finding out what had broken during the move. So we decided to go see the new Pixar movie, Inside Out. Of course, we went in not knowing that the entire premise of the movie revolves around a family moving across the country, from Minnesota to California.
Apparently my husband realized what the movie was about and thought “Uh-oh, this might not be the best movie for us yet.”
It’s Pixar, so of course there’s the chance you’re gonna cry. And yes, I cried, but I’m blaming the pregnancy hormones since I cried more than once. (Before I was pregnant I didn’t cry during movies, except for UP. UP is my teary weakness.)But this time I cried for a different reason. I was sitting in the theater, looking at what this family was going through, and thinking “I get it. This is hard, and it sucks, and even though we know it can get better, right now it is all awful. I get it.”
And what I loved about the movie was that it had a wonderful message:
Your feelings are important, and it is okay to feel a little sad.
It doesn’t mean everything is awful, that life won’t get back to normal, or that this new place will always feel big and scary. It means you miss something that was special, even if you’re looking forward to finding a new place that will become special to you, and probably sooner than you think.
So now that I’m finally starting to see my house come together into a home, with familiar books, dishes, and that lovely coffee maker, not to mention and handsome husband and cute puppy around, it’s not as sad.
The last thing on my list is:
7. Moving can be a fun adventure.
Some days it’s just the adventure of “wait, pull a u-turn, that was our road!” Other days it is the adventure of having a stove delivered, but not installed, and having to completely re-think dinner (hello, pizza night.) Sometimes it is just the lovely adventure of “Let’s enjoy our backyard, watch the dog play and sit and enjoy each other’s company.”
Since I have a hubby who is pretty good at seeing the sunny side of life, it has seemed like an adventure more often than not. And of course, the puppy sees nothing but SQUIRRELS TO CHASE IN MY BACKYARD!!! adventure and fun all around her. Between the two of them, and now prepping to get a nursery ready for our October arrival, I think I’ll make it through this move feeling like it’s a fun adventure.
Well, here’s a little visual update on Heidi, now about 6 months old.
But the really, really REALLY big news is…
…we’re expecting our first child this Fall!
The due date is October 1st, but we’ll see if the newest Mouseketeer waits that long. (I’m hoping he/she doesn’t get too comfy in there and make a late entrance!)
Of course, my husband and I are super excited! We’ve only bought a few baby things, but the big search is about to begin later this month for strollers, cribs, etc. Thankfully, I have a wonderful maternity store close to home, so I’ve already bought a few new jeans and two nice Spring/Summer dresses.
Hopefully, this helps explain why there haven’t been too many posts lately. Morning sickness and being tired all the time really got in the way! Thankfully, I’m finding the second trimester to be much more comfortable than the first, and I’m going to try to get a lot more posts in before D-Day (at which point we’ll be lucky if I get one little picture post up a week!)
Please keep me and my growing family in your thoughts and prayers as we go through this new chapter in our lives!
I have a very good reason for not writing in the past few weeks.
Of course, there was Christmas, and since its the first Christmas as a married grown-up, there was Christmas cards, mailing packages, and figuring out how exactly to ‘do’ Christmas with two sets of family traditions! (We figured it out pretty well.)
But the most exciting part (and best reason for not writing) is…
WE GOT A PUPPY!!!
Meet Heidi, the sweetest all-American mutt ever and our first fur-baby!
A few times a week, I volunteer to walk dogs at the local no-kill shelter. Of course, they usually have a few litters of sweet puppies up for adoption, in addition to the big dogs. When my Husband comes with me, we usually take a few minutes to look at the puppies, pet them, and I usually joke about “We could take this one home!” and give him my best puppy dog eyes. (Which never works. I have terrible puppy dog eyes.)
So this time, we got back from a dog walk and saw Heidi with her sister. We took turns holding and playing with her, and I said (teasing!) “We can’t leave her here! We could take the puppy home.”
And there was no response.
No, “No dogs right now.”
No, “Put the puppy down, dear.”
No, “Maybe after our next business trip.”
There was just silence, and a Husband holding the puppy with a serious yet slightly pleased look on his face.
I immediately knew: we were taking that puppy home.
We have had her home for a week now, and it has been a fun ride of ups (like cute cuddling, playing with toys, teaching fetch and seeing huge tail wags when we come home!) and downs (like dear god, how does something so SMALL make such a BIG noise at 2 am?!)
Here are some things we’ve learned about Heidi so far:
She is a professional napper.
She likes to burrow.
She is a hoarder.
She isn’t too sure about this harness and leash business.
Also, she loves football.
Wish us luck!
P.S. Heidi would like me to inform my readers that she does NOT like it when her mama is typing on the computer instead of playing with her. At all. Even if the majority was written when she was napping.