Akward Moment

This and other stories were presented during our first Parent-Teacher conference. The purpose was to demonstrate Sam's developing writing skills. I started laughing. Then declared, "We're not swingers!" I'm sure that idea hadn't entered the teachers mind until I said that.

Thinks He's A Big Dog

Here is our wiener dog playing tug-of-war with the police dog. I know he's trying to be serious, but it's always funny coming from such a little guy.

The Machine

Experienced police k-9 handlers and trainers have referred to him as a machine. He is focused, quick and virtually unstoppable. Tazor was bred to be a working dog.

I met him less than a month after Kilo died. The night before Dave went to get him I couldn't breath. When they were on their way home from the airport I held the box with Kilo's ashes and cried my heart out. The first thing Tazor did when he entered our home was jump up to lick tears from my face.

Having Tazor in our home has required a higher level of responsibility. When we hire a babysitter for date night we can't leave him home with an untrained handler. If we go on vacation, our house sitter options are limited. He is a bizarre combination of bad ass to the world and big baby to few. Tazor is home tonight without Dave. It's sweet to have him clingy and sensitive with me.

"Mama, it looks like you naked!"

What is intended to be a hat for a magnetic dress-up princess was re-purposed by Sam this afternoon.

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My blog therapy has been on the back burner for a while. We've been adjusting to hearing that Mae has autism, I've been in physical therapy two to three times a week after the Halloween incident, and (I'm tempted to write yadda, yadda, yadda) life. I am happy to find beauty and humor in our life every day, but some days being the mama is just plain exhausting.

Predetermined

The day was screwed before I could fuck it up for myself. Mae spent the night in our bed because she didn't feel well. The alarm went off at 6:45am, I opened my eyes in time for her hand to land on my eyeball. Blurred vision, pain, and sensitivity to light followed. My doctor's office was nearly booked so I went to an urgent care clinic. There are three scratches on the cornea of my right eye. Damn it, I need medication and a follow up tomorrow. I know it's a long shot, but hopefully the day before Thanksgiving won't be a mad-house at the urgent care clinic...yeah, right.

Leaf Pile at Grandpa and Grandma's House

Six-Year-Old Star Of The Day!

Our boy is six-years-old! We had a fun, simple party at home. It was a gorgeous day with sun streaming through the windows, the sound of children laughing, balloons, yummy cake and a little boy very happy with his new Transformers helmet.