Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Ring Around the Rosie


What was that second line? Pot-a-by da-whoa dee? Who cares, it's darn cute! So cute in fact that if you try to correct her, I'll go right ahead and Fed-Ex a bag of dog poop to your front door.

Monday, March 19, 2012

When it's okay to smack the ones you love

"Honey, will you pound on me?" is not something you hear a lot of wives ask their husband. However it's something I ask Adam to do on a regular basis.

I should probably mention that I don't mean "pound" in a dirty or inappropriate way at all. (C'mon guys, get your mind out of the gutter! Have you ever known me to be anything but tasteful and proper? Name one instance where I've written anything even slightly off color. Okay, okay... I said name one!) Those of you who are familiar with CF or have spent enough time with Adam and I know that "pounding" is a term we use for chest physiotherapy (CPT). Essentially, Adam pounds my back, sides and chest with his hands in order to loosen the sticky mucus that builds up in my lungs, making it easier for me to cough it out.

Morgan has witnessed this "pounding" since she was very young and now that she's a little older, she likes to get in on the action. Whenever she sees Adam pounding me, she immediately comes running over to "help". Though her little hands are pretty much ineffective -- the harder the pounding, the better in my opinion (again NOT dirty!!!) -- I think it's adorable that she's so enthusiastic about hitting me.

Last night, after Adam went to work, Morgan and I were watching a movie together in my bed. I was lying down, she was sitting by my head playing with my hair. I was thinking to myself what a sweet, relaxing mother/daughter moment we were sharing when all of a sudden and completely out of nowhere, she SMACKS me right on the shoulder. And the she continued smacking me on my back, shoulder and arm. Just as I was about to ask her what in the world she was doing she sweetly said, "You feel better now, Mom?"

Three things immediately crossed my mind:

1) She was pounding me just like she'd seen her dad do countless times.
2) She has no idea why he does it, but I must like it since I ask him to do it so often. She likely thinks it's a game or a special way to show affection.
3) It's quite possible that she pounds other people/children to show her love for them.

I can just imagine her in a few years from now. On the first day of school she'll meet her new best friend, Johnny. After sharing their glitter and glue during art time, sitting by each other at lunch and playing together on the playground at recess, he'll sweetly say "Goodbye, Morgan. I had fun playing with you. You're my best friend." And she'll return his sentiment by hauling off and smacking him across the chest.

When she's in the principal's office and he asks her why she hit Johnny, she'll be confused. "Isn't that what you do to people you love?" When he tells her that no, you shouldn't hit anyone, especially the people you love, she'll say, "Oh.... well, my dad does it to my mom all the time."

And when DCFS shows up on my doorstep I'll tell them, "I've been expecting you." Followed immediately by, "I can explain."

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Probably NOT what they had in mind

Have I ever mentioned how much I love checking my blog stats? I don't mean that in a vain way... really. I mean it is kinda neat to go in sometimes and see how many people have visited this site, but the coolest part in my opinion is seeing the keywords people have searched to get here.

Turns out that not just one or two, but several people have been led to my blog this week by searching the term "sexy coal miner", a fact that both flatters and confuses me. If you happen to be one of those people, I have to apologize - I'm not entirely sure what you're looking for. But since I hate to disappoint, you better believe I'm gonna give it my best shot.


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Hopefully this will suffice.


You're welcome for that, by the way. 

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Introducing: Gracie Lou

Do you feel like all I post about these days is puppies? I'm starting to feel that way, too. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my world where everything revolves around puppies.



As adorable as these little guys are and as much fun as it's been to have them around, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited for them to leave. Most of them will be going to their new homes next week, some of them the week after that. Freedom is so close that I can almost taste it!

I probably shouldn't get too excited, though, since I won't actually be entirely puppy-free at that point. Aside from Dixie and our little Nora, another little girl will be hanging around here for at least another several weeks.... maybe forever.

Friends, meet Gracie Lou:


Gracie is a special little pup, to say the least. She wasn't born the runt, but her brothers and sisters quickly passed her up in size. As the puppies got older and began pooping around the clock whining incessantly driving me absolutely crazy  playing and wresting with each other the way puppies do, I began noticing that Gracie would often lie in the corner of the kennel all alone. 

Concerned by her behavior, I tried to get her to stand up and play one day and that's when I noticed that her hind legs were smaller and weaker than her front legs and both of her back paws were turned inward. When I urged her to walk forward, she did what can only be described as a handstand and she balanced her body in that position for several seconds. I have to admit that my first thought was Whoa! That was totally rad... but at the same time, I knew something was wrong. It was as if her back legs didn't work at all; she would take a couple steps with her front paws, but then when she tried to move her back legs, her entire little body would go up instead of forward. 


Long story short, Gracie is most definitely handicapped. We (her vet and I) aren't entirely sure yet what the underlying issue is. He suspects a neurological or congenital disease, but at this point we are waiting to see if a) if she makes it through the next few weeks, and b) how she develops before we try to figure out an exact diagnosis. Aside from the issues with her legs, she has had two rectal prolapses (yesterday they actually sewed her little bum nearly closed in order to prevent another prolapse), and she has really struggled to eat, gain weight, walk, or basically do anything a normal puppy does. Yet through it all, she's been pretty happy. 

I've been hand-feeding her off and on since she was born, but solidly (at least four times a day) for three weeks now. Taking care of her has taken so much time and energy, but I just haven't been able to give up on her! I recently told my mom, "I just wish SOMETHING would happen! I wish she'd either get better enough to give me some hope, or I wish that she could just die. I feel so bad for her, I'm exhausted and I don't know if any of the effort I've put into keeping her alive will even matter in the end."  

Well friends, that something happened! I'm not sure if my mom called upon the powers of heaven after we talked (I've always believed she has more pull with the Big Guy than I do) but unexpectedly and for no apparent reason, in the past few days Gracie has made a ton of progress! A couple days ago she started eating - not just the formula I've been basically forcing her to eat, but actually eating bites of wet dog food! As of about a week ago, Gracie was not able to walk more than one or two wobbly steps, but now? Well, check it out! 





It almost brings a tear to my eye to watch her hobble around the house (seriously, I'm that lame). I finally have hope that she will not only make it, but that with a lot of love she'll be able to have a fairly normal and happy life. I'm just so excited to see how things turn out for her.

I always was a sucker for the underdog!