Sorry

I'm afraid I have committed an egregious omission. In the little blurb I wrote about taking Superman to the vet, I forgot to mention the awesome, incredibly skilled and swooningly handsome veterinarian that cared for him. Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Bern is not only the best veterinarian I have ever taken an animal to, he's also my brother-in-law. And he's great! Even though he was almost a teenager when I was born, we totally get each other, and I adore him. Love ya Chris!

Superman

You know what that crazy dog of mine did? He pulled up the stake he was tethered to in the yard, ran around the tree until he was hopelessly tangled around it, busted his collar, and lost his tags before coming to the back door and scratching to be let in. Silly guy. I need to get him a new collar today. I can put it on him after his bath when he's all pretty and shiny. I'll take some pictures with my in-law's digital camera after we get him gorgeous! Oh yeah, and I REALLY need to get a fenced-in yard!

How Cute Are These?

See my cute new flip-flops and pedicure I gave myself? I put little crystal flowers on my toes, in case you can't tell what they are from the picture. I wish I could get a clearer picture, but taking pictures of your feet with your computer is a little challenging.

Today Is The First Day of School!

...And not a morning I'd like to repeat. It started off ok, he got up, ate his breakfast, dressed and had his face scrubbed in time to get to school a little early so I could walk him to class. Everything seemed to be going alright, until I took a minute to speak to his teacher. Daniel had forgotten to go o the bathroom before school started, so we asked if he could go. I dropped him off at the bathroom and told him to have a great day and I'd see him when I came to pick him up. I was down the hall talking with my sister-in-law who was dropping her kids off at class, when the hall monitor brought Daniel, bawling his eyes out, to me. So I took it that he hadn't realized I was leaving, and just got a little freaked out. I took him to class and tried to leave him here, but it was ugly. I tried shame: "No one else's mommy is here in class with them, do you want to look like a baby to your new classmates?" I tried encouragement: "Hey, you need to hurry up and get back to class so you can meet new friends! I'm so excited for you!" Nothing worked. They started the pledges over the loud-speaker, and I tried to walk off, but that started the screaming! Well, I didn't want him screaming during the pledges, so I stayed. Then they had a moment of silence, which I really didn't want him screaming through! Finally I caught the teacher's eye and whispered, "What do you want me to do?" She said, "Just leave!" So I did. *sigh* Poor kid. I hate to leave the teacher with that kind of an impression: that he's a clingy momma's boy (okay, he kind of is) with an indulgent mother (maybe, but I'd hate to admit it). Oh well, tomorrow should be better since he's getting a ride with my sister-in-law to school, and I won't even be there to drop him off. I think he'll be better without his momma hanging around threatening to leave.

Hey Look!

Clothes!

Argh...

My real estate agent and my mortgage broker are not understanding each other, and they are seriously messing with my head. *sigh* I hope I never buy a house again.

Oh yeah-

If you think I'm exaggerating about that house, go here. These pictures don't even show some of the decorating nightmare that is this house. And yet, I think we could do something with it.

As I sit here typing this in my children's quiet bedroom, my daughter is laughing in her sleep. It's way cute! I'm glad she's having sweet dreams.