A Molly Story

I have said it before.

It is no surprise.

I love our dog.

I really do.

She is so sweet.

She drives me bonkers when she barks.

It is frustrating.

Her separation anxiety is a bit out of control.

But really, can you blame her?

She has been through a lot.

There are very few places that are off limits to her.

She is not allowed in the basement.

There are mouse traps down there.

There poison down there to kill mice.

Not that mice live down there.

{I just keep telling myself that.}

She is also not allowed on our bed, when it is made.

She sleeps on it every night with us.

I even wait to make it until she drags her lazy self out of bed at about 10 every morning.

We are trying to sell our house, so I made it early this morning in case we had a showing today.

I made the mistake of forgetting to shut the door.

She may be smart, but she doesn't know the difference between a made and unmade bed.

Normally I would kick her off, and she would mosey over to the couch.

But I'm feeling a little guilty this morning.

We went for a walk with Auntie Leesha and Jayda last night.

Molly got too close to the stroller and her bad leg got stuck in the wheels.

Then the wheel turned, and locked her poor little leg in place.

Oh my word.

The sound of a yelping dog is the WORST!

It took forever to figure out how to free her from the stroller wheel.

Really only about 30 seconds.

An eternity when your poor dog is yelping in pain.

We thought for sure she broke her leg.

Or tore her artificial ligament.

After we figured out how to turn the wheel just right, and move her leg just right without hurting her more; she was free.

She is fine.

Jayda consoled her.

She is now terrified of the stroller.

Am I the only one whose dog can get hurt in ANY situation?!?!

So today, she may sleep on my neatly made bed.

At least she matches.

Speaking of Trouble......

...we are in for it!

BIG TIME!

All Boy...

When I was 10 weeks pregnant.

At my first ultrasound.

We watched Karson flip around the ultrasound screen.

My doctor commented about how much he was moving.

I had five ultrasounds throughout my pregnancy.

At every one, there were comments made.

About how he never stops moving.

I was told often to be ready.

Guess what?!

They were right!

He NEVER stops!

He goes from wiggling around when I'm rocking him to sleep,

to out cold in about 2 seconds.

Currently, it is 4am.

(We have been up since 2!)

He has just figured out how to open the door on the Entertainment Center.

Fabulous.

Did I mention it is 4am?!

In the MORNING?!

He is scooting around my living room.

Learning to open doors.

So the other night he was playing on our bed with DJ.

I was reading a newspaper article.

Can you guess what happened?

He shredded it.

It kept him busy for an hour.

We can now add that to our list of Crabby Baby Activities.

See the grin behind the paci?

We're in trouble!!!

Teething

Auntie Leesha.

You will love this post.

Since Karson was only a few months old, I have been told that he is teething.

By everyone.

EVERYONE tells me he is teething.

When he chews on his fingers.

"He is just teething."

When he stopped sleeping through the night.

"Give him some Tylenol. He is just teething."

When I was SURE he had a ear infection.

(Still not convinced he didn't.)

The doctor told me:

"His teeth must be coming in and moving everything around."

The signs of teething:

1. Mild discomfort.

2. Irritability

3. Sleeplessness

4. Restless at night

5. Drooling

6. Chewing on everything

7. Crying

{credit}

Um........ALL seven sound like a fussy....normal....baby to me!

In other words....

Just because my kid has not been sleeping well.....

....is crabby....

...chews on his fingers....

(which he has done since he figured out how to get them there)

...drools...

....or is all around having a bad day...

DOES NOT MEAN HE IS TEETHING!!!!!

Just because you may THINK he is getting teeth, does not give you permission to stick your germy...not clean...fingers in my son's mouth.

I will save you the time...

When you rub his gums, you will not feel teeth.

He will stop crying.

He will stop moving.

He will love you for it.

He always has.

Since he was a month old.

However, that does not mean you may stick your germy fingers in his mouth.

Because although Karson would love for you to rub his gums,

his Mommy will ABSOLUTELY CRINGE!

{GROSS}

{GERMS}

Yes, my son is 7 Months old.

No he does not have teeth.

One of his Uncles did not get his first tooth until after his 1st birthday.

So no, I am not worried about his teeth.

His gums are not red.

He does not have a runny nose.

He does not and has not had a fever.

He shows no signs of teething.

Yes, I know he has stopped sleeping well at night.

Yes, I know he chews on everything.

Yes, I know he loves to have his gums rubbed.

The sleeping thing...figured it out.

He is sleeping now..

Seriously...what baby doesn't chew on everything?!

Already covered the gums.

I promise.

When he starts teething.

I will let you know.

You may look from afar.

You may not, however, stick your germy fingers in my kid's mouth.

{GROSS}

Molls as a Puppy

I found a few pictures from my old phone of Molly the other day.

They made me laugh.

This is the picture that started it all.

DJ insisted that she sleep in her crate, in our room, at night.

I was OK with that.

The last thing I wanted was a mess in our bed.

But seriously, look at her?

It was hard.

It lasted a whole two nights.

The third night we had her she must have gotten spooked.

At two am, she started whining.

Two hours before I had to be up for work.

I laid on the {wood} floor with my hand in the cage.

Trying to comfort her.

She was fine as long as I was there.

Didn't take me long to realize she was not going to be OK if I wasn't.

I said forget it.

Didn't want to sleep on a wood floor.

While my husband was still out cold in bed.

Picked her up, and put her next to me in bed.

She snuggled in, and let me sleep for a few more hours.

And yes, she always slept on my pillow around my head.

Guess who has been on our bed EVERY night since?

Guess who had to sleep on an air mattress with her when she was sick?

(While pregnant!)

Yes, our dog has attachment issues.

She can't sleep alone.

We have learned not to fight it.

If we want sleep, we figure out a way to sleep with her.

She even slept with us after she had her knee surgery.

In a massive cast.

Both times.

In all honesty, I LOVE having her on my bed.

She is such a cuddler, and keeps me warm.

Except when I was preggo.

Because you see, she doesn't just sleep on the end of our bed.

She picks one of us (usually me), and lays ON TOP of our legs.

Or cuddles up next to us, and shares our pillow.

Didn't so much care for that when I was as big as a house!

More funny Molly pictures.....

She carried the huge bag of dog food through the entryway.

Stole the peanut butter jar out of the trash.

Went and hid with it.

I do love our Molly.

Even if I have to share my bed with her.

EVERY night!

Not the Baby Anymore

DJ's sister had her baby, Kenna, last week.

Because DJ and I were getting over colds, we wanted to make sure Karson did not catch it before we went to visit.

At the beginning of the week, we finally got to see her.

So cute, and so tiny!!

I don't even remember Karson that small, and he was smaller!

He looked like a giant next to her.

Her birth weight reminded me how big my Munchkin would have been if I carried him 40 weeks (I delivered at 37.)

Karson was 7lbs 6oz when he was born.

Three weeks early.

Kenna was, I think, around 7lbs 10 oz.

A week late.

She was born four weeks later than Karson.

Weighed only a few ounces more.

Oh, how lucky I was to deliver at 37 weeks!!!

Karson was not too sure about Kenna at first.

Then he cracked a few smiles, and tried petting her. :-)

Congrats Kelsie and Andrew!

Bath Time

Remember Karson's first bath?

On the kitchen table.

He SCREAMED the whole time.

So much has changed since then!