BUSTED!

It's too quiet. And, in this crazy house, when it's quiet, something is wrong. Most of the time, Allison is happily running from one of the house to the other with Dingo chasing her. Actually, the dog doesn't need to chase anyone or anything to run---he's still a puppy. He picks up whatever he thinks is chewable and runs with it. It's a game. He thinks up things in his little puppy brain that he knows is going to elicit a game of chase. Nothing on the floor is safe from being chewed on or dragged under our bed to his treasure trove. Not shoes, Barbie dolls, socks, hair brushes, plastic food, plastic dishes, phones, cell phones, remotes, pencils, balls, baseballs, golf balls, baseball bats, kleenix, toilet paper, Army men, cars, trucks, legos, Crocs, purses, books, my bras, stuffed animals, almost empty peanut butter jars, the vacuum cleaner cord, the vacuum hose, various vacuum attachments, flashlights, plastic water bottles, pop cans... you know, stuff like that. As soon as I see him pick up something he's not suppose to have I yell, "DING--GO!!" and the chase is on---usually a couple laps around the dining room and kitchen and right under our bed. It's kind of comical now because he's a little bigger and can't zoom under the bed as quickly as he used to. He has to scoot, but he's still fast. Little sh!t.

So, it's quiet and I start to wonder where everyone is. Cole is safe--on the computer. Allison is safe--taking a nap. But what do I see on the bed! Dingo!! Busted!! He's not suppose to be on the bed or our couches, but he is intent on charming his way up. Now, I'm all about having your furry friend snuggle up with you while taking a nap. I've been known to let our big dogs (when they were alive) up on the couch for a little R & R with me. But, in the picture above, Dingo is in MY spot of the bed and as you can see--I'm not there snuggling with him. He must have taken it upon himself to warm up my spot for me. Yeah, that's what it is.

Things are a little blue around here...

Yes, so I have some catching up to do. So shoot me. It's not like I hear from many of you screaming for more pics of the kiddos or some of my literary fodder. HINT, HINT!

January has brought about some interesting challenges in our family, namely from Allison. One minute, our darling diva is twirling about in her assortment of princess dresses and dress-up shoes, the next she has developed some odd sort of skin disorder. As seasoned parents of an older ADHD child, I thought we had already survived and conquered most of the hair-raising events we should experience. Mistake #989. Never underestimate the abilities of your three-year-old.

Here's the scene. I arrive home (home sweet hell) to a dark and cavernous living room. Hubby is comfortably seated in MY favorite rocking chair in front of the TV galliantly trying to defeat whatever internet geek (other Xbox 360 online enthusiast) he's hooked up with on Halo 3. I immediately sense something is awry when I am only greeted at the door by one excited puppy. Usually, my entrance at home is welcomed by shrieks of "Mommy!!! What did you bring us from the store?" Oh--and the dog is only trying to get back into my good graces after shredding the garbage and re-decorating the living room with it from earlier that morning.

Hubby speaks to me in between his mission assignments. "Go see what your daughter did." Uh-oh. Could it be that she spilled nail polish on the ceramic tile floor in the bathroom again forever staining the light colored grout bright purple? Surely not again. Could it be that she has emptied the contents of my jewelry armoire again and strewn them from one end of the house to the other? Surely not again. Or maybe, our little Picasso has drawn me a new mural on her bedroom wall. Nope, it couldn't be that. It's even better.

She decides she wants to see what she'd look like as a Smurf. Or maybe it's the latest rage in Goth make-up--blue instead of black. I don't know. I'm not very fond of the look myself. But, I'm sure this won't be the last time I go tell her to wipe that crap off her face or she's not leaving the house looking like that!

There's more! Upon further inspection, she had drawn all over her arms. It wasn't until bath time later that I discovered she has also drawn on her knees--they were completely blue!
Thank goodness they were washable and not permanent markers!

Goodbye old friend...

Rookie-1996-2007

Allison learned that Rookie had a quick tongue

Rookie never missed any meals--especially around the kids.

Allison gives Buster a big hug. Picture taken 9/06

Today sucks. We lost our Rookie girl today.

She was with us for 12 years and she was a big part of our family. She has been sick since Halloween when we discovered a mass on her head. We've been back and forth to the vet countless times and I've spent a lot of time on the phone with the vet's office pouring my heart out. Because of her age and the location of the mass, there wasn't anything we could do other than make sure she didn't suffer. A combination of pain and anti-inflammatory medicine helped her get through the rough spots. She started having nosebleeds and we helped her through that too. Today, the mass on her head combined with the cancer that was apparently ravaging her body was just too much. We watched her battle through a seizure and come out of it ok, but the second one was too much to bear. We said our good-byes and let the kids say good-bye too. Allison is too little to understand, but Cole is grieving with us. We will bury her tomorrow in a special place next to her brother, Buster, whom we lost this year too, in April. Losing 2 of your family members in the same year is hard and these dogs were our babies before we had kids. Buster was the dog we rescued from a Humane Society on our honeymoon. Rookie was given to us by special friends. They were more than dogs--they were a part of our family.

We thought of lots of good memories today and it was very hard to come home without her greeting us at the door. It will be harder waking up in the morning and not carefully stepping over her on my way to my closet. Rookie was not petite by any means weighing as much as 100+ lbs. in her prime. She had lost weight after Buster's death due to her grieving (we had never witnessed an animal grieve before that and it was extremely sad) Her declining health brought her down to 80 lbs. ---still a big dog that yearned to be a lap dog. She loved to jump up in our laps for "lovin's" as often as she could.

We really don't want to believe she is gone, but know that she is not suffering and in a better place. We hope that she and Buster and running around in Heaven chasing all the squirrels. God gained another good dog today.

A visit with Santa and Mrs. Claus

My work had a special Christmas party in which Santa and Mrs. Claus made a special visit. Allison was not particularly interested in sitting on Santa's lap until she saw Cole do it. After that, she was ok! Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture of Cole on Santa's lap because I was trying to keep Allison from running in front of the camera while the professional photographer was taking his picture. I will post his as soon as I get it back! Allison told Santa that she wanted a baby doll for Christmas! Cole hopes that he gets more trains!

Allison's 3rd birthday!

We celebrated Allison's birthday a little early this year and she really had a blast. She is very much into princesses and her dress made her feel the part. She loved wearing it and prancing around in it all day. If she would have had her choice, she would have gone to bed in it! She really thought her cake was neat and it was fun to see her reaction to the Barbie doll cake. It's shameful to admit that she received so many nice gifts and with Christmas only a week away, she will get so much more. That's the trouble with December birthdays. But, I was intent on her having her own special party this year. She has been singing "Happy Birthday" for a few weeks now and was getting excited. Her actual birthday is on Christmas Eve. To see captions with the slide show, click on view all pictures.

Check out my Slide Show!

I asked for a simple train layout under the tree...

but what I got was this.....
I should have known better than to ask an expert track layer to create a simple oval under the tree for the train. Cole got out every piece of Geo Trax to create this elaborate design.
Just another view showing the tracks just didn't stop at one level...
The track layer's assistant must have been overworked....can't believe she fell asleep like this on the stairs.
Took this one a few weeks ago and forgot I had it in the camera. Our yard always gets a ton of leaves thanks to huge oak and maple trees in our yard. And since our yard is fenced in, we get the joy of raking them to the side of the road until the town picks them up.
Dingo at play....