Friday, July 31, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
So anyhow our dog broke his chain (that was supposed to hold a Mastiff)again...right before the big sleepover. I chased him a 1/2 mile down the road before giving up and turning around. He eventually came back and the neighbor caught and returned him to me. But not before puncturing his lip who knows where. My original thought was "well serves him right, i hope it hurts". But then it continued to bleed and excrete pus (yummy!) so I decided a vet visit was probably the best idea. Now that wouldn't have been a big deal except that our dog doesn't walk on a leash the greatest OR like linoleum at all. So we drive the 20 minutes to our vets. Make it into the airlock without incident step onto the welcome matt in the vet's office and Roo decides that's about as close to the linoleum he's going to go and lays down paws sprawled out ready to retreat at the first opportunity. I eventually coax (a.k.a. drag) him into the waiting room while everyone there laughs at us. We sign in and find a seat and then Roo starts getting very excited to see all the other dogs, by whining, barking, blushing (yes he does really blush) like a fool. So as soon as possible can,they stick us into an examining room (repeat the scene of trying to get him into the waiting room). And we wait...for 20 minutes. Finally the vet comes in and tries to just wipe the wound and Roo (being the spaz that he is) wiggles away from her every time. Eventually the vet assistant comes and holds him in the corner until they examine the wound. Which i guess doesn't go all the way through. Gives him a booster shot and some amoxicillin and sends us on our way. So now we're home and expected to give him a giant capsule twice a day for 10 days...oh boy that's not going to be easy.
Ah life with a crazy hyper-active dog.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
From left to right: Alicia (5), Grandma Bonnie (ageless), Emma (3), Kendall (5), Leia (4.97), Maggie (7), Sara W. (6), Allie (5), Lauren (6). Absent from phone: Sarah V. (6)
The Dad Attack:
The after party:
Well we survived! We had 9 girls (counting Leia) ages 3-7. We did have to run home one at 2:30am. But considering there were several that this was their first sleepover I don't think that's bad at all. We also did crafts and painted nails that wasn't photo documented...I needed both hands for those activities.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
We're gearing up for a sleepover this coming weekend. Eight 5 -6 year old girls! Oh boy!
Xavier is learning to ride a 2 wheeler...not very willingly. And the fact that he flew into the handle bars and knocked the wind out of himself doesn't help.
Still potty training...'nough said
We're infested with mice... once again (I'm ready to move)
Marc joined a gym and is trying to get buff.
I'm still too young for a mini-van
That is all!
Friday, July 10, 2009
I remember playing with a dollhouse, that my cousin gave me, constantly from about Leia's age until I was probably at least 10 or 11. It used to sit on a chest at the foot of my mom's bed, I'd have friends over and we'd play and play in there. The house was blue and it even had working lights, that I think broke before I inherited it. It didn't have any matching furniture or dolls or anything, but I made due. Leia's is going to be a little more deluxe than that, but I hope it still invokes all the imaginary play it did for me.
P.S. Her birthday isn't until the 21st so don't tell her.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Here's The Score:
Potty- 3 pts
The floor, my exercise ball, my sandal, various pairs of shorts and training pants- about 10o pts
*sigh* We've been potty training for 43 hours and 26 minutes.
P.S. The title MIGHT suggest that Marc isn't potty trained and I just wanted to make sure you all knew he was. I just meant that I'm not taking any credit for our youngest's antics/fashion sense/general craziness.