Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Wordless Wednesday: Pudding Bath
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Whose Child Are You?
Not only does my son dislike pizza, which is pretty much a sin around these parts, but here is a recent conversation we had after a nap one day:
Mom: "Since you guys took a good nap, want to go get some frozen yogurt this afternoon?
Wyatt: (thinks for a minute) "No, I think I just want to stay here & play"
Mom: (did I mention that MOM really wanted to get out of the house & eat said frozen yogurt) "Really, we can go to your favorite place, the one that has that special flavor you like?"
Wyatt: "Nah - let's just stay here & play"
Mom: "Well, I think we will go anyway, and Stella & I will just get some yogurt - you don't have to get any"
Wyatt: (pauses for a moment) "Well, I might want a little"
That's my boy!
Mom: "Since you guys took a good nap, want to go get some frozen yogurt this afternoon?
Wyatt: (thinks for a minute) "No, I think I just want to stay here & play"
Mom: (did I mention that MOM really wanted to get out of the house & eat said frozen yogurt) "Really, we can go to your favorite place, the one that has that special flavor you like?"
Wyatt: "Nah - let's just stay here & play"
Mom: "Well, I think we will go anyway, and Stella & I will just get some yogurt - you don't have to get any"
Wyatt: (pauses for a moment) "Well, I might want a little"
That's my boy!
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
You Look Like Your Dog Just Died
An appropriate title, as my dog did just die. My constant companion of 12 years - before my husband, before my son, before my daughter. Milo & I lived together in five different houses, with several different roommates. I always knew that this house would be the last one he would live in, simply because he was 12 and I knew we weren't moving anytime soon, if ever. But, I never knew how short his time would be in this house.
It's still sort of painful to even think about - it all happened rather suddenly. We always joked that Milo was the sort of dog that had "9 Lives." I can't begin to recount the trouble he got into, the trips to the emergency vet, the chocolate eating - the list is endless. At the time they seemed like such a hassle, but I now look back on all of those times as an adventure - Milo always kept life exciting, even if it was at the expense of your bank account. After a recent vet visit, the doctor noted that Milo's spine had two spots where the vertebrae were literally touching - nothing in between them anymore. He was surprised the dog wasn't in pain, but had also noted it a few years back so we weren't too worried. He had his annual check-up at the beginning of January, and came home happy & healthy.
About two weeks into January, I noticed that every so often the dog would wimpier a bit, and sit down on his back legs. With two kids & another dog running around, I didn't think much of it, but certainly noticed it more when things would die down here in the evenings. It all intensified rather quickly, and before we knew it the dog was having trouble walking, was in constant pain - crying all day & night - and none of the pain remedies or drugs we tried were working. It was time...
Just like people tell you once you have had a child, you are part of a certain group of women - those who have given birth - you understand, you've been there - there is something very sad & powerful about losing a family pet. I had dogs as a child, and certainly remember them passing away, but this was somehow different - my pet, my companion. I immediately went back in my memory to when my Dad had to put down our 13 year old Collie/Shepard mix, Beanie, as a kid. It is one of the times I really remember my Dad being truly sad, and now I understand that grief fully.
We buried Milo in our backyard, and I visit him there often, as do the kids. Wyatt is almost 5, and of course has a more curious mind than Stella, being only 18 months. We have had lots of conversations about death, heaven, losing pets & even family members. My husband & I have had plenty of sad nights - they seem to be becoming fewer & fewer though.
Even as I write this, I still feel sad. I have been told that I will for a while. To anyone else going through this, I understand - I really do. I keep telling my husband "I want to start 2012 over," as it seems it has been filled with illnesses, the death of our beloved Beagle, and the constant challenges of motherhood in general, but I have learned a lot from this, and I feel that it has pushed me to really turn 2012 around.
Milo, you are missed...
It's still sort of painful to even think about - it all happened rather suddenly. We always joked that Milo was the sort of dog that had "9 Lives." I can't begin to recount the trouble he got into, the trips to the emergency vet, the chocolate eating - the list is endless. At the time they seemed like such a hassle, but I now look back on all of those times as an adventure - Milo always kept life exciting, even if it was at the expense of your bank account. After a recent vet visit, the doctor noted that Milo's spine had two spots where the vertebrae were literally touching - nothing in between them anymore. He was surprised the dog wasn't in pain, but had also noted it a few years back so we weren't too worried. He had his annual check-up at the beginning of January, and came home happy & healthy.
About two weeks into January, I noticed that every so often the dog would wimpier a bit, and sit down on his back legs. With two kids & another dog running around, I didn't think much of it, but certainly noticed it more when things would die down here in the evenings. It all intensified rather quickly, and before we knew it the dog was having trouble walking, was in constant pain - crying all day & night - and none of the pain remedies or drugs we tried were working. It was time...
Just like people tell you once you have had a child, you are part of a certain group of women - those who have given birth - you understand, you've been there - there is something very sad & powerful about losing a family pet. I had dogs as a child, and certainly remember them passing away, but this was somehow different - my pet, my companion. I immediately went back in my memory to when my Dad had to put down our 13 year old Collie/Shepard mix, Beanie, as a kid. It is one of the times I really remember my Dad being truly sad, and now I understand that grief fully.
We buried Milo in our backyard, and I visit him there often, as do the kids. Wyatt is almost 5, and of course has a more curious mind than Stella, being only 18 months. We have had lots of conversations about death, heaven, losing pets & even family members. My husband & I have had plenty of sad nights - they seem to be becoming fewer & fewer though.
Even as I write this, I still feel sad. I have been told that I will for a while. To anyone else going through this, I understand - I really do. I keep telling my husband "I want to start 2012 over," as it seems it has been filled with illnesses, the death of our beloved Beagle, and the constant challenges of motherhood in general, but I have learned a lot from this, and I feel that it has pushed me to really turn 2012 around.
Milo, you are missed...
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| Milo's last night at home May 2000 - January 2012 |
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