May 19, 2015

Lunch with Judy


Throughout my life, I spent lunch with my mom. I’d pack a lunch or pick up carry out for the both of us and we would enjoy my lunch hour talking about everything and nothing.  Those are some of my favorite moments with her, maybe ever. I can remember spots of lunch throughout my life – just after high school when we watched the aftermath of the Oklahoma City bombing one day when I worked at the dentist’s office – a particularly hilarious episode of What Not To Wear over the lunch hour when I worked at the pet store – tons of lunches during my grown up career. Especially on days when I was excited about something or feeling low, my mommy was there. I got to listen to her hopes and dreams and nursing stories, too. Now, even though she’s 840 miles away, I still love my mom over lunch.                             

Recently I was blessed to have a lunch break with her, by phone. She sounded like my favorite sweater and a Golden Girls episode. I talked to her the entire time I was away from work while I drove home to let Bean out. I needed her voice that day.

When I talk to my mother, she has this magic ability to make me feel like I’m very normal just as I am – while also unique and exactly the way she worked to make me. She raised me to have a strong and vocal moral compass, and to be brave and opinionated, honest to a fault truly. She also raised me to follow God’s guidance more than simply blurting that stuff out, to use it as a pressure on my heart to pray for someone or some thing instead.  (It has taken years to hone that skill!) 

It was so nice to hear my mom tell me that she was proud of me and that she knows that no matter what I’m facing, I’ll figure it out. She believes in me fully, just as I am.

She also offered me a very valuable reminder: stop taking things on that aren’t mine.  I.e. stop taking things so personally.  There will simply be people on this earth not designed to appreciate the woman I am and she told me to just leave them be. If the support I’ve been asked to provide a friend is falling on deaf ears, then just pray and let them be for a while.  She reminded me not to work overly hard seeking anyone's approval, but instead to just let the light shine out of me in whatever way feels best. And always, to keep praying.

Exactly what I needed that day.


She’s the best ever. 

May 13, 2015

Thoroughly Soak Your Beans

It was bathtime again for Bean and both Andrew and Mabel asked to help. I loved their willingness to learn about how to CARE for a pet, instead of just playing with it - and so I grabbed towels and gave a quick lesson.

Lukewarm water in ze tub. Check.

Remove collar and plop ze puppy in ze tub. Check.

Swoosh ze water all over ze puppy. Check.

Massage in and rinse out ze gentle Dr. Bronner's castille soap (remember to thoroughly rinse ze pits and under ze tail). Check.




Admire ze rings of fur around ze puppy's legs. SWOON.

Try not to giggle at ze curly queue tail or the muzzle mustache.




Look at ze handsome baby boy waiting politely for exit.

Drip dry. Check.

Squeeze excess water from ze fluff. Check.

Swaddle up ze baby for snuggly wugglies? Check.




Andy was first.

Then Moo.




Oh delicious kisses from ze clean baby!




After that, we blew him dry!

All of this to say: dogs are not as efficient as cats.




Kiki does pride herself in being a self-cleaner that way. Amen to that.



May 7, 2015

Ahhhh Spring


Spring has finally sprung in Da Plains. The grass - and the people - have stopped hibernating.

Trevor has found a defensive partner for football practice in the backyard.





Andrew is very much enjoying practice at becoming the next Michael Jordan.





It's light and warm enough on weekend mornings to go for doughnuts with Daddy.





Warmer weather means yard parties around here, and we had a fine one about a week ago. Uncle Joe came with his smoker and we had smoked salmon and chicken legs, a fried turkey, shrimp boil, and rocky mountain oysters (they were Mabel's FAVORITE). Mabel helped Joe marinate the salmon.




Even the boys helped Uncle Joe get the boil ready.




Mabel thought it was the perfect time to apply her Spring set of press-on nails. They lasted 2 hours.




We love Spring!

May 5, 2015

Bean Schwims

Overall the training is going very well.  Bean has been sleeping through the night. I would say that's pretty smashing for a 4 month old baby dog, right?

A month ago that was not the case.  Our baby was a stress-pooper.  When we left him in the kennel, he responded by dropping his contents. Thankfully, his contents amount to a couple of tootsie-roll knockoffs rolling around in the kennel - but there are days he got a little to steppy and rolled around too vigorously. He pood himself is what I'm saying.

And so I came home from work one day and my baby boy smelled like a pig. He needed a schwim! So I ran him a bathtub full of warm water and got out the castille soap for his delicate skin, and then plopped him in.  He liked it much better than his first sink bath, but was generally disappointed that his short Lhasa legs made him seem deeper in the water. He walked back and forth and back and forth and then decided he wanted to be dry instead.




I marveled at how much of him is actually hair. Shed-free Poodle hair, thank the Lord. I mean, would you look at this little Bean?!

After a few minutes of schwimming, castille soaping, and rinsing with lullabies, it was time to cave to the puppy dog eyes and get him out.




How could you not?

Daddy joined me in the bathroom and we towel-dried him and then blow-dried him as well, worried he'd get too cold outside. I mean, Da Plains wasn't warm yet.

Uh huh. We already know it; save your comments. This boy is spoiled rotten.





After his bath he was a cheerful puffy fluff again and excited to play with his favorite squeaky bear, Little Bean.




And if you would excuse me, I must now go pass out from cute overload.