Posted in Being Married at 5:38 pm | (No Comments)

I got a puppy for Valentine’s Day.  Her name is Lola.  She’s a chocolate brown minpin. 

When your kids get older and don’t need you as much, as a mom it’s hard to deal with.  You spend so many years taking care of them, it kind of becomes who you are.  I really needed something to take care of.  It was either a puppy or a baby.  So I went for the puppy for sure.

It was pretty cool of my husband to agree to get me this puppy because we already had two dogs.  Two big dogs…rottweilers.  Now rottweilers are good dogs, but they don’t fill the need to cuddle like Lola.  The first few weeks we got Lola, she was about 3 pounds.  Introducing her to Maddox and Maddy was not easy, but my husband figured it out.  Pretty soon, they were all friends.  My male took to her sooner and really protected her.

This is my favorite picture of them.

 

Maddox and Lola

 

Since Lola grew up with two big dogs, sometimes I think she thinks she’s a big dog too.  She only eats the big dog food.  The kibbles are so big she can barely fit them in her mouth.

Miniature Pinschers are good companion dogs.  If you can deal with the barking of course.  Oh, and don’t leave your shoes out.  We swear that Lola has short term memory loss because she will be fine with new people sometimes, then five minutes later, she’ll bark at them all over again.  It’s kind of like 50 first dates.

She follows me everywhere I go.  She constantly wants to be by my side and has separation anxiety when I leave her.  She’s exactly what I wanted.  She’s not perfect and I know I haven’t trained her as well as I could have, but she is still exactly what I wanted.

Posted in Raising Kids at 6:53 pm | (No Comments)

We had our house warming party today.  It’s Labor Day.  Everything was going fine, we were all having a great time until…I hear my name being called out front, then I see my 11 year old with blood all over his face.  Ouch!  He kicked up his skateboard and it hit him in the eyebrow and there you go.  He only got 4 stitches, but it was still gross.  We waited about 3 hours in the emergency room and he was lifting his eyebrows up and I swear the thing was getting bigger.  I mean it looked like a third eye.  The worst was when he decided he wanted to put his sweatshirt on.  Oh man that thing stretched down, it was so gross.

I was proud of my son.  He didn’t shed one tear even when the doctor put the needle right into his wound.  It really looked like it hurt and my daughter almost passed out.

I really hate skateboards.