Archive for October, 2007

punkins = delicious

I showed Gideon pumpkins this week. As you can see, he loved them. He doesn’t even know about the pie.


In Case of Dog

So the other day we all noticed that Tuffy, the smaller wider of the two dogs, was not acting like himself. Normally he is the one jumping everywhere and running around in excited little circles. He’s very good at causing a commotion and also very good at looking like the puppy he no longer is. It’s endearing (especially in light of his brother who is neurotic, self-obsessed and paranoid).

Usually, as I go about my day, I have two small furry shadows. They find bits of sunshine to bask in while I make lunch or clean the kitchen. They lay at my feet while I feed the baby. They keep watch on the steps while I make the bed and the baby sleeps. Tuffy is the one who cares less about Gideon, so he tends to wander off and find a toy or meander outside when the baby steals his attention. Instead of all of that, he’d been sluggish.

The past couple of days, he’d been camped out on the third step all day. He wasn’t eating much. He drank a little water now and then. He rarely went outside. It didn’t really register with me right away that something was wrong, but once we all talked about it, I started noticing just how little he was involved.

The vet thought he should come in, but since he wasn’t emitting any bodily fluids, they thought it would be okay to wait until Friday. Turns out they were wrong, but we had to get to the emitting bodily fluids part before we knew that.

Last night, as I was about to leave for supper, I found him lying on the third step with a puddle of pee next to him. The carpet is so nicely resistant to moisture that the pee was just standing on top of it like a big yellow flag with an arrow pointing toward the vet. If it could have found a way to make a dollar sign, I’m sure it would have. –

Turns out he was in a lot of pain and, being a dachshund, that pain is in his back. Go figure. He has a compacted disc and it’s genetic and in ‘merica that eventually means surgery. In Germany, Pogo had this awesome ultrasound treatment that made this problem go away. It was infinitely cheaper than surgery, non-invasive and powerful good.

Looks like Tuffy might just win that European vacation he’s been dreaming of after all.

Happy that his life no longer requires climbing stairs, but slightly confused about why he is getting scolded for attempting to run, play and jump (all are off limits for three weeks…as if I already did not have something that makes me carry him all the time)

Alligator dog thinks that he is getting the shaft and cannot figure out why he still must fend for himself with all these stairs.

A Little Bit More

Last week, while eating supper at church, I was talking with another mom about how to balance all of the stuff that is required of moms. We were talking about sickness and colds, naps and sleep scheduling, play times and play dates; the usual stuff. I lamented that I’m feeling a little overwhelmed by all of the things that need to get accomplished and, knowing me, she asked if I was doing too much.

Of course I am.

I am completely over-committed. I am totally packing my weeks with things that are not necessary. They are good things, in and of themselves, but they are not required. I should cut some of them out, leaving the ones that must be and the ones that aren’t so stressful. I’m not sure where exactly that leaves me at the end of the day, but I need to figure that out. I’ve always been good at overcommitting. I’ve never been good at saying ‘no.’ Time to downsize. Time to prioritize. Time to do a little chop chop, snip snip. Speaking of which, I’d better go make an appointment to get my hair cut.

Will there be time to play on the changing table?

And you promise that we can still play in my crib when I first wake up?

You’re not thinking about taking away the chewing time, are you?

Well, then I’m okay.

Warning: Objects Within His Reach Will be Pulled Toward Mouth

So, this morning, after sleeping in a chair with the Gid for three hours (see: coughing baby keeping everybody awake; also: mama feeling very sorry for baby with drainage and tons of drool; and: behbeh is getting chompers, nothing to be done) this morning the two of us were down in the kitchen, a part of our normal morning routine. I was eating a piece of cherry pie (sorry, Jud!) (Laurie, any idea how many calories are in a healthy sized piece of gooey cherry goodness? Yeah, I don’t know either, so I’m going to guess 10) and drinking my second cup of coffee and first glass of ice water.

Gideon is experimenting with drinking new things…mostly ice water from my glass. He is not at all interested in drinking the baby apple juice I watered down for him in his bottle. That is gross and should not be put to his lips. I can hardly believe anybody even suggested that cold things should be placed in bottles. Cold things go in Mama’s glass. Mama’s glass goes in his mouth. Got it?

I finished ma pie and sat back down with my coffee and water while he played with his awesome teething toy. He got a little fussy, so I picked him up and he was playing in my lap. Then he reached behind himself, grabbed hold of the place mat and pulled.

Coffee? Ice water? On me. On the table. On the floor.

Baby? Dry. Totally dry.

Dogs? Please ignore their twitching.

Hey, you got a problem wit dat?

A Safe Distance without a Place Mat

My adorability makes up for any amount of cleaning.


So, Jud has decided to no longer support the Nebraska football program until “Regime Change” occurs. On Saturday he wore an orange shirt to show support for the Big Red tumble. I understand what he’s saying. What I watched on Saturday wasn’t even close to Nebraska football. Everyone who saw it must have thought the same things, so I won’t beleaguer you wit my thoughts.

Instead, I’ll tell you what I want. I want an option quarterback. I want a huge front line. I want half shirt jerseys and big nasty guts hanging out. I want a team that doesn’t make excuses. I want players that don’t miss their assignments. I want fire in the belly and big hits on the field. I want to enjoy watching the games.

In the meantime, it looks like the Axis of Evil is slowly coming down.

And Other Things You Didn’t Care To Know

Things I have done within the past week…

1. Changed eleventy million diapers.

2. Hosted a party where we played Scattegories. Anyone who’s ever played that game with Jud around knows how much fun we had. Somehow this came up again. What were the chances of us getting a ‘P’ for that card again?

3. Killed my mom at Wii bowling.

4. Broke two toes on a piece of baby gear in the hallway.

5. Did not kill the two little wiener schnitzels that run around this place and bark all the ever-loving time…yet.

6. Attempted an art project (you could call it a craft, if you must) from the Better Homes & Gardens November magazine that looked crazy easy and was absolutely the opposite.

7. Hosted a lunch for some ladies where I displayed the poorly done craft.

8. Made two cheesecakes. Chocolate Chip and Cherry.

9. Continued to hope that the magical laundry fairy will come in the middle of the night to take care of the Katrina-esque mess in the basement.

10. Decided to cut my hair. Still figuring out how it should be cut. Something hip-er. Something that I wouldn’t have done while working in an office. Something better than this. Any suggestions?

[Also accepting suggestions about how to rotate pictures imported with Picasa so that Blogger will not upload them landscaped].

All Apologies (to my Aggie-loving homies)

I think this story is h.i.l.a.r.i.o.u.s. (probably because Nebraska is now the butt of every Big 12 joke and I’m looking for a little respite, but…).

We were kind of hoping to land some of these. Now it looks like the frat is in trouble for making and selling them. We may resort to the old spray paint and cheap t-shirt trick, since we’re going to the A&M game in a couple of weeks.

I don’t think I ever gave you my opinion about this news item, and I know you’ve been wondering.

I think it’s nowhere near as big a deal as the media hype. I don’t think we should all go round hacking up animals and the like, but I also think we should give the man community service at the SPCA for the rest of his life and let him play some football. I agree with my friends who have noted that he should’ve killed his girlfriend, wife or some random woman before he killed those dogs because at least then he wouldn’t have to do any jail time. Those dogs’ families must have paid a pretty penny for their attorneys. I also think he should write a book entitled “Oops, I Did It” that way we can all talk about Britney, OJ and Michael Vick in one sentence instead of talking about real news. I’m so glad we’ve all gotten bored with things that really matter. At least now our society is just that much closer to collapsing.