Target and it’s hypnotizing ways

My dog. The gigantic one. Will not stop whining at the back door. And I am thisclose to punching him in the throat. But that is neither here nor there…

Ok, I promise I’m not going to actually punch my dog. I mean, how do you punch an animal anyway? That seems a little weird. The whole concept. If it wasn’t gross, I’d totally bite him. Cause I think if you bite a dog, they would totally understand your anger towards them. If you punch a dog, I don’t think they have any way of knowing that you really mean business because in their little doggy world, they don’t have fist fights or boxing matches. Ok this is WAY too much discussion on doggy punching.

I don’t have much to talk about, if you can’t already tell. Today I took Z to the doctor to have a quick weight check because she has been fussy the last few days and I thought maybe it was time to up her dose of acid reflux medicine. Well, she is now 13 lbs even and just turned 15 weeks old on Tuesday. My little peanut is growing and although it is really exciting, it isn’t sitting well with me. My heart aches for that tiny little newborn again.

So the doctor said no to upping her medication and actually suggested we start her on Enfamil AR or some other special kind of formula. Gene & I decided we aren’t going to rush into changing her formulas right now. She has been on this formula since she was about 8 weeks old and has been doing fantastic on it. I’m thinking she just had a bad few days. Maybe a little stomach bug? She was AWESOME today! We were at Target for a good 4 hours and she did magnificent there and has been doing wonderful ever since she’s been home. We had lunch with my mom and my sister (they both work there) and did a little shopping. I only went to get Level 2 nipples for her bottles and ended up spending $60. How? you ask. Let me tell you thy way of spending the quan.

So I was sitting in the changing room area and talking to my sister and feeding Z when I get a phone call from a number that I don’t recognize. I answer it “This is Candace” because that is what I do when I don’t know the number because I am a huge dork and like to tell people MY REAL NAME WITHOUT KNOWING WHO IT IS FIRST. Oh my gosh I just realized how stupid that is. I’ve got to change my ways!! Anyway back to the story… It’s my mom! She is calling from the Guest Services (where she works) desk to tell me that she forgot to tell me that there was a huge clearance going on in toys. She said people form the flea market were buying baskets full of toys from there.

So like any good mother would do, I yanked the bottle out of Z’s mouth and hurried as fast as I could over to the toy department. She was fussing a little and again, like Mother of The Year, I shoved a paci in her mouth and told her if she wanted toys she needed to be good. Because, you know, a 15 week old infant knows EXACTLY what it means to be good, let alone GET TOYS!

I made out with a few goodies but nothing fantastical. Have you seen those magnetic toys that spell works, called Wordworld? They’re normally around $30 each and I got one that spells SHEEP and one that spells PIG for about $3.75 each. I got an awesome looking Cranium game that is normally $35 for $7. I got a bunch of sidewalk chalk and bubbles for really cheap ($1-3 each). These are all things that are WAY too old for Z anytime in the near future, however, I am a GREAT MOTHER and was thinking ahead! And I might only partially be mesmerized and entranced whenever I see those little red Target clearance stickers. It’s almost like hypnotism to me. It’s awful, just awful!

Anyway, my husband came home from work early because he was having a dizzy spell again. He gets these from time to time and all the doctors can really tell him is that it may be vertigo. He has been in bed since he got home. His hands, arms, forehead and face were freezing when he got home! I made Meatloaf, but wanted it to cook faster because I was hungry, so I scooped it into little balls with my cookie dough scoop. I glazed them with a VERY complicated and sophisticated sauce that I like to call Ketchup. I made Mac & Cheese and then I ate this by myself, on a small melamine Snoopy plate that is intended for toddlers. It was glorious.

Dishes are done, laundry is drying, Hubby is still snoozin’, Z is sleeping in her bouncy and I am just enjoying a few minutes of down time.

Silly Doggies

running for his life

These guys really enjoyed the tiny bit of snow we received last week. It was more ice and sleet than actual snow but they still enjoyed romping around in it. As for me? I could be perfectly happy not seeing anymore winter weather until next year. This year? I’m too nervous on the ice.

The E-Collar Saga

I hope everyone has a great New Year’s Eve and I hope 2009 brings you lots of love and happiness. I plan to write my big “review” sometime in the next couple of weeks. I knew setting a deadline for January 1st would be a little ambitious so I’m gonna give myself a couple of weeks to settle down and write it up. A LOT happened for us in 2008, mostly good but some sad. It was definitely a busy year! And I see 2009 being just as busy with a new one arriving, though not quite in the same sense.

Tonight we are going to hang out at my house with my mom and just chit chat. I think Gene and I will get some quality Wii playing time in before the ball drops and eat lots of fattening, bad foods. I don’t like to set resolutions but one goal I do have for next year is to start taking my blood sugars more regularly and start eating a little more health consciously. If not for me, at least for the baby :) Oh and I guess another goal would be to decide on a name for the little one and maybe even get my nursery done BEFORE the baby arrives.

The last couple of days have been very emotional for me (and Gene, I’m sure). Astro has had this weird itching thing he does. He scratches the underside of his chin until its raw and scabby and he chews on one side of his rear end until it is raw and scabby as well. We got an e-collar (those dreaded cone shaped collars) for him from PetSmart last night and finally was able to get it on him, though it was a HUGE struggle. He is a big dog but he is scared of everything! He looked so pitiful and sad and miserable all evening and then for about 2 hours last night he whined non-stop in our bedroom. We tried to give him some water but he was so scared of the cone bumping into things he refused to drink. It was awful and I can’t even tell you how much I cried from the time we put it on him around 9 PM to 4 AM when I finally decided enough was enough. I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night but I’m really hoping the adrenaline kicks in this evening so I don’t fall asleep before midnight.

Needless to say, as soon as we took the collar off he was back to his old self and didn’t seem to hate us too much. He really knows how to grab a hold of my heart and SQUEEZE it. I swear I thought my heart was breaking last night. I went through a WIDE range of emotions from being really pissed off that he wasn’t cooperating to feeling really guilty about what we had done. It was to the point where at one point I was questioning what kind of mother I am and how I could have done this.

Oh boy, is that the hormones talking or the real me? I can’t even tell. At one point I’m convincing Gene that the ecollar is the right thing and not to worry and the next I am sobbing about how we need to take it off of him because he is so miserable and sad.

All of this. Over a DOG. But man, if you could only SEE his sad face. I’m pretty sure it would make you cry, too.

A 17yo chopped my hair off

Yesterday I decided that I was going to take some scissors to my hair and just go wild with it. My hair was way below my shoulders in April and as soon as the wedding was over and I had the Magical Updo of my Dreams I chopped it down to just above my shoulders. I decided that I am sick of it being in this perpetual state of Nothing. So my little sister came over yesterday to discuss a few things and while we were chattin’ it up on the couch I asked her if she would cut my hair. Btw, she has no experience in cutting hair.

So we chopped my hair off and it is actually really cute! Gene took a bunch of pictures during the process and I plan to download them off of the camera whenever I get home this evening. Last night was a long night and by time Layla left it was already 10 PM. So I let my 17 year old sister chop my hair off with a pair of Ikea Kitchen Scissors and it looks better than the majority of the haircuts I’ve had. Awesome! And cheap! She tried to charge me $25. Hah, funny little girl ;D

So in September, we’re driving down to Dallas so my sister can have another shot at taking the ACT before it’s too late. Of course I am more than willing to take her down there and also very looking forward to going to the Ikea down there! I told Gene we needed to save up some money before we go ;) I may try to take one of my mom’s vehicles so that I’ll have enough room to put stuff in. Oh my gosh I’m already getting excited haha.

So I guess that is all. I had a Lean Pocket for breakfast today because nothing else sounded good and now my tummy is paying for it. Apparently it doesn’t like something like that for breakfast. I’ll leave you all with a picture of Emma, my sweet sweet baby girl :)

Super Smile

Hormones are all kinds of jacked up

I haven’t been able to go through my vacation pictures. I refuse to go through them until I go through my wedding pictures otherwise I think I will NEVER go through my wedding pictures! I’ve got to let the photographer know which ones I want ordered ASAP. I’ve been a slacker in that area of my life.

I guess the biggest news right now is that Gene and I decided for me to stop taking my BC pill. I stopped about a week or so before our honeymoon and I was doing fine but the last 3 days or so I’ve been feeling really odd. Having a lot of period symptoms like bloating, stomach cramps and low back pain. I’ve had some pretty bad headaches and I slept from 7:30 PM to 5:30 AM yesterday. I guess the hormones in my body are all out of whack since I stopped taking the pill so I am really hoping my body gets itself in check soon and goes back to normal. So anyway, I am excited knowing that sometime in the [hopefully] near future we may be making babies! Hah. We aren’t going to “chart” or really plan anything. Just see where fate lands us.

I took Astro to the vet after work yesterday because his nose is all flakey and cracked. He’s been licking it constantly and now the front skin above his lip is all raw and gross. They gave me some prednisone and I gave him one yesterday evening after they ate dinner. Apparently last night he peed on the floor twice and then this morning I was startled awake by the sound of him peeing on the floor next to my bed. I googled prednisone for dogs and found that loss of bladder control is a side affect. Ugh. No more of that stuff for him! Going to keep an eye on his nose and hopefully it will get better. Otherwise he will go back to the vet and we can try something else.

Doggy Solicitation

So we were out on a walk this evening and to change things up a bit we decided to venture outside of the neighborhood for once. So we were walking down the sidewalk and I saw a car coming up slowly and come to a stop next to the sidewalk where we were walking. I thought this car looked familiar, like I had just seen it going the other direction. So the guy asks me if Astro is neutered and goes on to explain that his ex-wife has a female merle colored Great Dane and they have been wanting to breed her. Apparently this guy got so excited when he saw Astro that he did a u-ey just to come talk to us.

I’m going to be honest here, I wasn’t sure if I felt honored that this guy was very obviously trying to get my dog laid or if I was a little offended that someone would just drive up with such a crazy offer. I mean, what if she wasn’t clean?? I’d have to live the rest of my life knowing that I let my dog sleep with some trampy, diseased dog!

We were walking away and I made a comment about how Astro had just been solicited for the very first time when Gene said “We should have asked if he could just go do it for fun.” We did have him neutured before he could experience any real fun so I wonder if that would help with some of the guilt issues?