Looking back a little over a year found me blogging about his little fella.
You may recall reading this post- what a sham :) He lasted about three months at our house. When we started remodeling and I discovered I was pregnant with Ivy we decided to let him reside at my mother-in-law's home. The kids could still visit him and he would have plenty of room to run in the country.
Sadly enough, the story doesn't end happily. Our cute Boozer was hit by a car the beginning of this month and was killed. Yes, I immediately went on several extended guilt trips. What ifs flooding my mind. Lauren and Chloe started to cry when I told them and they've quietly dealt with it in their own ways. It will probably be harder once we actually are at her home and Boozer is missing. Anyway, Boozer was really Noah's dog. When the girls were at school he always hung out with him. He pretends to be various things during the day- Spiderman, Tigress (Kung Fu Panda), and Boozer. How do you tell your two year old that his dog is gone? I missed that day in Parenting 101, along with some other days I'm quite sure. I opted not to tell him for a while, but everytime he'd pretend we'd all be reminded of what we knew and he didn't. So finally one night I said, "Noah, Boozer has gone to live in heaven, he's not at Grandma Maxwells anymore." Heaven- such an abstract concept for him. His reply was "Boozer lives with Jesus?" I guess so, what would heaven be without pets that have been loved and lost. Strangely enough, there has been no more talk and pretending to be Boozer. Rest in peace little guy. I'm sure he's somewhere licking faces and jumping all over the place.
goodbyes...
sibling love...
At some point in my day I think it sure would be nice to just be me, no kids to tote doing errands and shopping. Time to cook a real meal or actually vacuum. That seems to be something I hardly do at all since it's so loud and obnoxious and Ivy's either with me or sleeping. But then when the three of us lay down after lunch and read with Noah I sneak out after snoozing for a minute or 20 and look at those two little angels snuggled and peaceful on the bed and wish I could freeze time and have them here always. Because I know they'll be a day when my house is empty and quiet and I don't trip on toys and constantly tidy up and I'll probably shed a tear or two.
So I guess it's all about enjoying the here and now and living in the present. How I love these two! I can't wait until they can play together, Noah's such a great brother already!
He does whatever a spider can...
What would I ever do without this sweet little boy? He loves to wear an old costume and play with this toy, funny enough, all used and loved by Lauren as well. Last night at dinner we all sat down, with our food, ready to pray. The very Spiderman in the picture tucked into the sixth chair at the table. Noah looks at me with tears in his eyes and says, "Spiderman wants some dinner." It was too precious so he got his own little plate of potatoes, chicken and a veggie or two. What we don't do for our kids :)
a little Ivy goodness...
"please bless this food"- not a trite phrase...
Well tonight was a first for me. I have to say some pretty tasty things have come out of my kitchen, as well as some equally nasty dishes, but never yet have I caused anyone to be sick- that I'm aware of anyway!
Cody has a friend with celiac disease who we have over because he's a friend, but mostly because he helps move heavy furniture and is a computer whiz :) I always make a good salad and we usually have steak. Well, today I was caught off guard when Cody called at 3 p.m. telling me he was coming to dinner. You would have thought I could have really whipped up something delicious since I'd been shopping this morning, one of those trips that drains your account and you pull away hoping all that food will last a REALLY long time. Not so apparently-the yummy dinner- the marinade I put the steaks in had soy sauce which has wheat. (As a side note I learned that if I'd used the cheap stuff I don't care for it would have been o.k.- go figure) Anyway, he's polished off about 2/3 of his steak and then asks what went into the marinade. I cautiously start naming off ingredients. The look on his face said it all, he pushed his plate away. He couldn't even finish his huge salad since it was on the same plate! The kids were all confused saying "what's wrong" over and over.
I was mortified. I'm not used to cooking for anyway with special dietary needs- obviously. I hope that he's not sick tomorrow. I do however think we need to come up with a better way to thank him for his services rather than dinner. Cody and I will have to discuss it... So tonight he dined on salad- a new one- and a fruit smoothie Cody whipped up. Oh, and my personal favorite- a glass of chocolate soy milk, what a meal. I hope he feels alright tomorrow.
So, apparently all soy sauces are not created equal, the good stuff has wheat in it, no wonder I like it better. Not a problem for me, but caused quite a rumpus at our dinner table. Say a prayer for this good man :) and always disclose your ingredients BEFORE digging in!
Super- what??
It was one of those days...not for me, but for Lauren. It's what you impossibly hope that your kids never have to feel-alone, ostracized, or as she put it- embarrassed. But we've all been there, and we all get through it. Lauren's had a substitute teacher since the middle of December whom she has not enjoyed too much. Today the sub tells that class that they're going to share with the class how they celebrated the Super-Bowl. The Super-Bowl- are you kidding me? All hands go up and the sharing starts. It sounded like Pepsi and chips were the highlights, oh, and the game. Lauren was humiliated since we were traveling home from spending the weekend with grandparents and completely missed it. I, of course start naming classmates who I venture probably didn't see the game after all, but she insisted she was the only one.
I didn't mean to laugh, but that was my first reaction. She doesn't ever watch sports of any kind on TV. Poor girl, she felt like she'd missed a really important rite of passage. I tried to downplay the whole event, telling her the only party I ever went to was when my roommate- a fanatical Broncos fan hosted one in our apartment. I guess my own attitude about the Super-Bowl affected my answer because I couldn't care less about it. I have no problem with it, it doesn't interest me too much. No mention of it in Chloe's class. I just felt bad that she felt so crummy about it, maybe we'll host our own "Hooray-this-over-rated-sporting-event-is-over" party. And next time I think it's probably safe to assume that if it didn't take place at school, everyone probably didn't participate. Are we the only weirdos who didn't watch yesterday?
