The Lucy

You knew we could not wait until spring. We wanted to wait, really, we did. But our house was just TOO lonely. Eleven years ago I went "shopping" at the pound and came home with our first baby dog, Molly.
While Jeff was out of town (yes, I had his blessing) I took the kids and we went "shopping" out at Halfway Home Pet Adoptions and came home with this giant bundle o' love.

Lucy is about the laziest one-year-old dog you can imagine. She sleeps all the time. She occasionally tries to do puppyish things like stealing shoes and socks to chew on. But she quickly loses interest and decides that her time is better spent in more leisurely pursuits.




When I cannot find her, I can almost certainly go back to my bedroom and find her with the blankets under her, piled high for her very own "princess bed." She cuddles like nobody's business, and Connor loves that about her.




She has made herself right at home and we are thrilled to say she's a keeper.

From Grant

So, yes, I have become a serious blog-slacker. One would think that my newfound unemployed status would lend me all sorts of time for my blogging. Alas, this has not been true. BUT, I promise to keep trying, so please keep checking.

Last night, we were watching the movie Monsters, Inc. with the boys. Grant had not ever seen it, and had several questions while we were watching. Near the end, when Sully has to shred Boo's door, we were all sad. We asked Grant if he was sad that Boo and Sully would not get to see each other again.
His reply: "No, they will get to see each other again next time I watch this movie!"

I have very practical-minded children, don't I?

We'll Miss You Trumie

This past month we lost our sweet dog Truman. She had cancer and went to play in the heavenly fields with her sister Molly. Truman was buried with all of the tennis balls we could find in the house. This was partly for her, but mostly so that we would not be reminded of our grief. We spent the whole day out of the house to avoid the sadness, but returned later in the evening. The boys were getting ready for bed when Grant found another of Truman's tennis balls. He asked Jeff to "put it in a safe place so that I can take it to heaven with me and throw for Trumie."

This dogless house just isn't the same for any of us these days. We miss you, girl.

Our cuddly boy

Grant, upon waking this morning: "Can I go in and cuddle with Dad?" Me: "Sorry, Buddy, Daddy's already at work." Grant: "That's too bad. Dad would 'apprishidate' it if I cuddled with him."

Happy Birthday Reese!

We celebrated Reese's first birthday on Saturday with a cupcake party. All of the decor, down to her adorable cupcake shirt (thanks, Amy!) reflected the cupcake theme.
I was surprised that Reese didn't really seem to "get" that the party was all for her. Generally, she is very friendly (some might say "flirty") with people-smiling coyly, waiting for them to smile back at her. She didn't really act like that much on Saturday. She just enjoyed her cupcake and her presents (after we "helped" her open them--she didn't "get" that either). Oh well, Reese...you have lots more years to catch on to how this "birthday thing" works. We sure had fun celebrating you and are so happy you are part of our family!

soccer practice and park fun

Grabbed a few pictures outside the other night while Connor had soccer practice. Unfortunately, I didn't get any great shots of Connor--they were on a field too far away and my stroller doesn't go "off road" very well. I did, however, get some better pictures of Grant and Reese playing during soccer practice. Enjoy!

Grant's Adult life

In the car yesterday, Grant started talking about what job he wants to have as a grown up.
He told me he wanted to have a BUNCH of jobs, and these were his choices-in order. There was absolutely no input from me, just his thoughts.

1. "Dirt digger", upon further questioning..."drive a bulldozer"
2. "Build cars"
3. "AND build trucks"
4. "McDonald's worker (who wouldn't want unlimited chicken nuggets?)"
5. "I gotta teach basketball. That's how I will get my money" We frequently have to remind him that Jeff goes to games to earn money for our family.
6. "Superhero"