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One of my favorite things about being a mom?
One of my favorite things about being a mom?
We hope you all had a wonderful Labor Day Weekend.
Last week, we attended what could only be called a blogger's playdate.
We are a household of birthday lovers.
It's official.
It's a bit of a bummer.
I want to use this post to address my incredibly innovative neighbors.
They implemented a story time at one of our local churches, and over the past year, it has grown into a really amazing hour.
We have been missing out, simply because Turtle went through a rather long phase of needing to nap at precisely the same time story time started. He's an even-keeled kid, but when he gets overtired, well... Let's just say I prefer not to have him overtired.
They start off with some music, to get the little ones excited.
And then two or three books get read.
More music.
Turtle's favorite part is snack time. Goldfish make everything ok.
And then it's project/craft time. Which is my favorite part.
My neighbors find some super cute projects on a few different websites. Last week, they talked about going back to school, and passed around yellow construction school buses with cutout wheels and passengers for the kids to color and glue. We got to take home an "S" worksheet.
And thank goodness for that.
Oscar has been a little trooper, bravely devouring swallowing his rations of wet food, resting and submitting to early bedtimes on the couch. Such a good patient.
It's been tough on the little guy, not being allowed countless hours roaming the back yard, in search of delicacies (mulch, grass runners, fish dropped by careless stork/heron-type birds, etc, wink wink), and having us dote on his every whimper and tail wag.
He's adjusting.
He's also found a new hidey-hole.
It doesn't happen often, but I am off.
I don't want to say it's a matter of writer's block, exactly. More like exhaustion. Brought on by a whirlwind trip, a pug crisis and starting this week behind the proverbial eight-ball.
I'm not a fan of being off. It's not a great state of being.
I could talk about my trip, which was wonderful. I loved seeing my friends and their families and some of my family. With the exception of talking to MacGyver on the phone for updates on Oscar, and asking for prayers and giving brief updates on a few social networking sites, I was pretty unplugged.
And it was nice.
But it's hard to get back in the saddle. So I'm going to take it easy this week. I'm not going to force a blog post. I'm going to share a little bit about my day, and focus on getting out from behind that irritating eight-ball.
It's Monday, and I'm a Bravo addict, so I'm watching Real Housewives of New Jersey, while MacGyver and the pugs snooze on the couch. This particular Housewives incarnation makes me incredibly uncomfortable because of the unreal level of drama and crazy involved. Who behaves this way? Really?
I just laughed too hard at a trailer for Going the Distance with Justin Long and Drew Barrymore. Because I love Justin Long and I think some of the scenes seem hilarious. I hope it's good.
I read a book called Life After Yes by Aidan Donnelly Rowley over the past few days, and while it's not my particular genre, and the dialogue was ridiculously contrived, I enjoyed it.
I am looking forward to this week's events: story time, a playdate, a mini spa party and dinner with friends.
I am NOT looking forward to doing more research on preschools, grocery shopping and getting caught up on cleaning.
I have some red tape work to do and that's unfortunate. But it must be done.
I have also decided that we need a House Assistant a la Jeff Lewis of Flipping Out (I told you I was a Bravo addict). House Assistants mix and serve attractive dirty martinis during household cocktail hours and handle the peculiar personalities of pets. I think a House Assistant would be an invaluable asset to the Three Pugs & A Baby domicile, and I hope MacGyver agrees to go in that direction. Soon.
I have a lot of baking to do this week, which is both exciting and daunting. On the list, pug cupcakes and a rainbow cake. Stay tuned.
And, really, that's all there is.
Tomorrow, I should be back on my game. Thanks for indulging my extended break. I'll make it up to you soon.
Ironically, and sometimes unfortunately, you can't have one without the other.
This weekend was intended to be a high. I packed myself in my car with my skinny jeans and some adorable cookies to pay a visit to one of my best friends, her new husband and her even newer baby.
Ah. The best-laid plans.
I arrived Thursday night. I got to love on sweet Baby J before he went to bed. We ate dinner and cracked open a bottle of pinot.
M (the aforementioned new husband) went to bed, while N and I stayed up chatting.
We finished the bottle of pinot.
It was almost 2am before my head hit the pillow.
Mem'ries.
I lounged in bed til almost 9:30am. I was awake, but it was the first time in a long time that I didn't have to actually move. It was such a strange sensation, but so deliciously enjoyable, I almost didn't know what to do with myself.
I reveled.
And then my phone rang.
It was MacGyver, telling me that he was bringing Oscar to the vet. That he had been up all night, unable to lay down, and whimpering. No one had slept, and DH was worried about our 10 year old first pug.
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