Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Survivor

I don't know how to begin this post after taking time off for so long.  These last few months have consisted of simply hanging on while managing one crisis after another.  And when I say "managing", what I really mean is I get out of bed in the morning to be repeatedly punched in the stomach by Life.  Not in the endearing 'overzealous-toddler-unexpectedly-socking-distracted-parent-while-the-rest-of-the-family-laughs-heartily-even-though-they-could-have-easily-warned-said-parent-and-spared-injury-to-both-body-and-pride' kind of way a la America's Funniest Home Videos, either.  No.  These last weeks have definitely hovered between the Complete Thumping and TKO range.  I'd say I had a Serious Beat Down, but I don't have enough street cred for that.

Generally, I have a strict policy to "Just say no to ambiguous blog and Facebook posts," however, some things I may not share and some I may not share for a while.  The good news is that it's not all bad, and in fact, a lot of this has not only turned out well, but also, has been a great catalyst toward the next step.  Bright side, anyone?  Pollyanna can feel free to kiss my ass any time now.


 The most recent big event of our lives came last week when, after a check on two new lumps on Dixie (after 5 previously benign growths), the vet came back telling me she officially had cancer.  At the time, they weren't sure where else it may have spread or how serious it was, but I was told she'd lose an ear and potentially a leg.  I spent the next 24 hours dreading the worst case scenario and attempting to calm LT (who is currently in Dallas for work) via email and telephone with detailed instructions to keep breathing.  Any of you who read this blog will maybe have a tiny inkling of how I feel about my girl Dixie.  (In case you forgot, see here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here or here.)  On Friday, I took her in for her blood work and ultrasound and waited forever for a few hours.  The vet finally called back saying she was clear everywhere else and asking if I wanted to go ahead with the surgery since Dixie had already been fasting and sedated for the appointment that morning.  More waiting resulted in the call that my gal was fine, resting comfortably, and ready to go home the next day without an ear, but with all four legs.    

She's now doing really well and recovering wonderfully.  I'm so grateful that she was able to come out of this with such a minimal amount of surgery and treatment and I consider myself extremely blessed every day I get to spend with this quirky member of our family. 

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Stylish

He came up to me today and asked, "Am I gonna be cool if I wear this?"

The only answer to that question is an emphatic "Yes!"


Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Perks

Yes, I've neglected the blog.  Again.  Just know I will promise that I will be more consistent.  Then I will disappear for another few months.  I've just been way too busy enjoying this awesome little guy who keeps me laughing with all the crap he comes up with.  Like the other day...

The Tyke: "Mom, am I a genius?"
Me: "Of course, buddy."
The Tyke: "Thanks, Mom.  You're a good Mom."



Or this...he was trying to make himself a superhero (Nacho Libre, specifically).  Need  I say more?



And then today, The Tyke came running into the kitchen crying that he hurt his finger.  I gave him a hug and asked him if he could wiggle his fingers.  He looked at me and whined, "NO, I CAN'T!!"

I replied, "Oh no! If your finger doesn't work then I'm just gonna have to bite it off."

Have you ever wondered what abject terror, mingled with doubt, topped off with a dash of concern looks like in a 3 year old?  Now I don't. 

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

The Apple of My Eye

Har de har har...


Thursday, August 4, 2011

Supportive of Each Other

LT and I were talking last night about how much fun The Tyke is at this age (3) and how much we are loving being his parents.

Me: I can't believe how much he's learning.  But I'm starting to realize he may be smarter than me. 
(Pause)
Seeing as he passed you up a while ago, how did you handle it?

LT: The first year is always the hardest.

Saturday, July 30, 2011