Saturday, November 8, 2014

Back in the Saddle Again!

After a year and a half of being locked out of my blog I think it's only proper for me to give props to my man for getting me back in.....
I think this was taken about a month or so ago...  Thank you honey.  Actually, my mom really thanks you.  ;)  A lot has happened in a year and a half...we bought our first house and have been watching the baby phase exit our family while the elementary years tear their way in.

If I'm being completely accurate, the preschool years are what is tearing their way in.  :)  Max talks non-stop!  We've started to get our hands dirty with a bit of gardening and homemade everything and welcomed our first canine to the group.
Our first puppy.....Oscar.  He's about double that size now and currently following my husband around the house looking a bit annoyed that his sleep continues to be disturbed because Michael isn't staying in one place.  He's a trip.  He's been a very welcome addition to our family even if he does require a bit of work (1-2 walks a day, regular feeding and watering, pooping all over the green part of our yard, yellowing the perimeter of our patio, trashing my first strawberry plants and destroying any hope of my chammomile and sage growing on the edge of the patio, making me have to smell the terrible smell of his poo as I have to pick it up and throw it away and experiencing the "joy" of his fur everywhere including on my dinner plate )....Yeah, he's greeeeaaaaat.  ;)  It's a good thing he's cute.

3 comments:

  1. Good to read that you got back in your account! Props to Michael! No worries about the baby years passing through, you've got Oscar! He'll keep you moving. Sweet post.

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  2. You're right about the smell, I can attest to that. They do seem to grow on you (pets, I mean) though. Remember who convinced me to get Dad that surprise Christmas present?? Never regretted it for a moment. Thanks to Michael for fixing this. I sure missed this blog! Love to all!!!!!! Including Oscar!

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