Monday, August 30, 2010
This grocery shopping experiences started off normal... people walking by and saying "oh she is SO cute", "she should be a baby model", and "oh my gosh! Look at those eyes". I smile and say my polite "thank you" (eating it all up, of course). As we continued to stroll through the grocery store, Addi's attitude began to grow larger and larger with each passing aisle. While looking at the refried beans, a nice man came up next to us and started to say "hi" to Addi. She dramatically screeched and threw her head down on her arm. The poor guy was like, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to make her mad". I couldn't think of anything else to say other than, "No, your fine!". You know he is thinking one of two things (or maybe both) 1. That's embarrassing! or 2. She must be a bad mother if her child acts like that. Personally, I am horrified that my child just acted like that. Of course, we see him again in the next aisle over. He looks at me and says, "Don't worry, I am not going to talk to her. Does she always freak out like that?" Great. Sadly, that wasn't the end of her bad attitude streak.
Let me just start off by saying, I love old ladies.... and they love all babies, whether they know them or not. They can't help but to come up to random babes and give them "some sugar". Well, the old lady picked the wrong baby to squeeze on today. Again, Addi threw her fit (although I don't know that I can blame her so much considering that the lady was squishing her face). I felt so bad, when she started talking about how she only had one child and no grand babies. She said she had to give all her love to everybody elses. She then thanked me for letting her love on mine. We actually ended up talking for awhile. She was so happy to meet somebody from Nebraska (no idea why). She talked me in to buying the 125th anniversary Dr. Pepper case even though I was perfectly content with my regular DP. She was so enthralled by our conversation that she would roll her eyes at anybody who had the nerve to walk between us during our conversation, even though they had no other way to get around us (maybe that is why she didn't mind Addi's attitude, she had one herself). I finally had to start inching away for her to get the clue that it was time to move on.
Checking out was no picnic either as we were upset that the cashier was even looking at us. Oh the joys!Perhaps it was a learning experience. Don't take the baby to the store without a nap. I guess it's just one of those things....
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
We had adopted Herbie from the SPCA, which you may remember from an older post. A couple weeks after we got him, we got a phone call from the shelter saying that his litter mate had distemper. We took him into the vet to get him checked out, but the vet was doubtful that he actually had it. So, Andy and I left the vet optimistic that he just had a really bad kennel cough.
Well, Saturday poor Herbie started having seizures and they progressively got worse. Once dogs with distemper start having seizures their chances of surviving are very slim. By Monday morning, his seizures were horrible and literally tossing his body around. I am not sure that he was even mentally there anymore....I couldn't even get him to look at me. So the decision was made that it was time to end his suffering. Andy had to go to work so it was up to me to take him in (again... I had to take our last dog in to be put to sleep too). As I carried him out to the car, I just lost it. This poor little puppy so did not deserve this.
At the vet they asked me if I wanted to be in the room when they put him to sleep. I wasn't sure, but ultimately decided that I owed him that much. As he laid on the table, waiting for the vet to bring in the injection, he finally looked up at me.... it was like he was saying that it was ok and that he loved me. Trust me, I usually think people are being dramatic when they talk about their pets like this, but it really does happen....trust me.
I don't know if dogs go to heaven, but dogs like Herbie really make me hope that they do. I hope he is in heaven chasing deer, like he did in Montana. While he was with us, we tried to give him the best life possible.
I think if he could talk he would tell you that he had a happy life.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Yes, my 8 month old daughter has mastered the skill of temper tantrums....
Unfortunately, she inherited this trait from her mother.... sad to admit. I do not have patience and really enjoy getting my way. I had no problem mouthing back to my own mother or letting her know how I really felt. My mom always said, " Elizabeth you are going to have one just like you one day.... only twice as worse". That day has arrived.
Well lets just start with the obvious....she is incredibly BeAuTiFuL !!!! (In case you haven't noticed). I am stopped by swarms of people who ohh and aww over my baby. In addition, this little girl can entertain herself for long periods of time. She sits on the floor creating her own entertainment from whatever might be laying around, including the dog bone. She also is aWESOME whenever we are in public. It is a rare day when you will find miss Addi acting out at store. She LOVES the outdoors! Anything that involves being outside is right up her ally..... ANYTHING!
So, all the moments that I would consider hard are far out weighed by all the incredible things that make up this girl named Addi.
..... or spied on an alligator
.... or perhaps explored the deep blue
...... maybe even chatted with a giraffe
.... or encountered something new
.... certainly you have said "Bonjour" to a butterfly