The attitude floating around this house the past week or so has got to change. From both boys.
Any time Sam doesn't get what he wants, he rounds his back, jams his arms down by his sides with his hands in little fists, sticks his head out forward, angry pout-walks away from me while growling or yelling, "You are not doing what I want and it is making me VERY frustrated!" Good job identifying that feeling buddy. Now stop being such an ass about it.
Alex's mode of expression usually teeters between two main themes. He will exhibit some undesirable behavior, I will tell him if he keeps it up he will lose privileges, he continues whatever it is he's doing, I will announce that he has lost a privilege, and then he goes into panic/begging mode. "No! No! No! No! No! I won't do it anymore! I promise! No! No! No! No!" Ooooooooor, he will immediately get super pissed and just make angry guttural noises while he stomps away. Both of these things make my freaking blood boil. (And yes, I get that's probably why he chooses these behaviors. Shut it, Freud.) I couldn't listen to it anymore the other night, and I yelled so loudly I peed a little.
So yeah, things are super good over here.
Thursday, April 26, 2018
Monday, April 16, 2018
Breathe breathe breathe
She's cute and she makes Alex happy.
She's cute and she makes Alex happy.
She's cute and she makes Alex happy.
She's cute and she makes Alex happy.
She's cute and she makes Alex happy.
...
Nope. Saying it over and over is not making me not pissed about this.
Oh yes, you are in fact seeing pieces of a cord from the brand new lamp I bought, that was plugged in to the freaking wall! Not pictured here? The other pile of shredded paper and the pile of poo even though I have let her out THREE TIMES in 4 hours. One of those times, witnessing her pooing!
She's cute and she makes Alex happy.
She's cute and she makes Alex happy.
She's cute and she makes Alex happy.
She's cute and she makes Alex happy.
...
Nope. Saying it over and over is not making me not pissed about this.
Oh yes, you are in fact seeing pieces of a cord from the brand new lamp I bought, that was plugged in to the freaking wall! Not pictured here? The other pile of shredded paper and the pile of poo even though I have let her out THREE TIMES in 4 hours. One of those times, witnessing her pooing!
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Bubbles
Sam was snuggling up with me the other day, and started poking my boob and asked, "Am I gonna pop your bubble?" Geez kid, I hope not!
Heartbreak
Alex has been doing a great job focusing on Lulu and good memories of Aiden. (Sam, just last night, asked me where Aiden was. Way to be on the ball there kiddo.) Last night just about broke my heart though.
He was playing with Lulu and she accidentally whacked her head on the coffee table and yelped. I didn't see what happened, but based on how he reacted, I'm thinkin' whatever he was doing is what caused her to whack her head. I sternly told him he needed to be more careful, and thought that was the end of it.
About ten minutes later, I realized I couldn't find Alex so I went upstairs. That's when I discovered him in the guest room. Holding the clay paw print from Aiden. Bawling. When I asked what was going on, he told me he was upset because he was never going to be able to be around Lulu again because he hurt her and he just wanted Aiden back because he knew how to play with her.
Holy buckets.
But, right on cue, Lulu came running into the room, rocket-dogged up on the bed, snuggled into his side, and licked his face until he stopped crying. She may be naughty, but she is good for our souls.
He was playing with Lulu and she accidentally whacked her head on the coffee table and yelped. I didn't see what happened, but based on how he reacted, I'm thinkin' whatever he was doing is what caused her to whack her head. I sternly told him he needed to be more careful, and thought that was the end of it.
About ten minutes later, I realized I couldn't find Alex so I went upstairs. That's when I discovered him in the guest room. Holding the clay paw print from Aiden. Bawling. When I asked what was going on, he told me he was upset because he was never going to be able to be around Lulu again because he hurt her and he just wanted Aiden back because he knew how to play with her.
Holy buckets.
But, right on cue, Lulu came running into the room, rocket-dogged up on the bed, snuggled into his side, and licked his face until he stopped crying. She may be naughty, but she is good for our souls.
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
Puppy
Remember that sweet little puppy I introduced to you in my last post? Remember how sweet and innocence she is. She is. But she is still a puppy. She is doing the normal puppy things like chewing the boys' toys, ripping through a flip flop of mine, having accidents in the house. All fine and expected.
But currently, I am sitting in my office, not my home office, but the office office that I don't have to go to often. I am sitting here waiting for Travis to go to the house, get the truck keys, come to the office, and unlock the truck. Why am I waiting for this you wonder? Oh, that would be because sweet little puppy Lulu LOCKED ME OUT OF MY TRUCK.
I brought her with me to the office, because what dog doesn't like a car ride and she is new enough to the house that I am not so sure about alone time for her. When we got to the office, I left my keys and phone in the truck because I was parked in front of the big ol' open overhead garage door and was just running in to grab three boxes. Less than two minutes. I got my stuff done, headed back over to the truck, and I hear, "CLUNK." That was the clunk of the doors locking. With my keys, phone, and dog inside. I looked up and saw her propped up on my door handle, with her little head tilted, looking at me all, "Oh hey hi!"
Since none of us are at the office very often, there is no office phone. While weighing my options, I stood there like an idiot for a couple minutes, talking to the dog through the closed window, trying to get her to put her paws back on the door handle and magically hit the unlock button. Shockingly, that didn't work. So, I headed to our neighboring offices to ask to use someone's phone. Fun fact about our office space: it's part of a handful of office condo type spaces, each one with it's one entrance, and very few people are actually in them frequently. Nobody was there. Then, I headed down the street to the city utility company to admit to a bunch of strangers that I let myself get locked out of my vehicle by a 13-1/2 week old puppy, and ask if I could use a phone. They were very nicely laughing at me as I called Travis.
Bingo bango, 35 minutes later, the doors were unlocked, and this little girl at least pretended to look sheepish.
But currently, I am sitting in my office, not my home office, but the office office that I don't have to go to often. I am sitting here waiting for Travis to go to the house, get the truck keys, come to the office, and unlock the truck. Why am I waiting for this you wonder? Oh, that would be because sweet little puppy Lulu LOCKED ME OUT OF MY TRUCK.
I brought her with me to the office, because what dog doesn't like a car ride and she is new enough to the house that I am not so sure about alone time for her. When we got to the office, I left my keys and phone in the truck because I was parked in front of the big ol' open overhead garage door and was just running in to grab three boxes. Less than two minutes. I got my stuff done, headed back over to the truck, and I hear, "CLUNK." That was the clunk of the doors locking. With my keys, phone, and dog inside. I looked up and saw her propped up on my door handle, with her little head tilted, looking at me all, "Oh hey hi!"
Since none of us are at the office very often, there is no office phone. While weighing my options, I stood there like an idiot for a couple minutes, talking to the dog through the closed window, trying to get her to put her paws back on the door handle and magically hit the unlock button. Shockingly, that didn't work. So, I headed to our neighboring offices to ask to use someone's phone. Fun fact about our office space: it's part of a handful of office condo type spaces, each one with it's one entrance, and very few people are actually in them frequently. Nobody was there. Then, I headed down the street to the city utility company to admit to a bunch of strangers that I let myself get locked out of my vehicle by a 13-1/2 week old puppy, and ask if I could use a phone. They were very nicely laughing at me as I called Travis.
Bingo bango, 35 minutes later, the doors were unlocked, and this little girl at least pretended to look sheepish.
Feelings and Doggos
The weekend after Aiden died, Alex talked about her non-stop. Then on Monday, we started taking care of our neighbors' dog. On that day, all talk of Aiden stopped, and he only talked about the neighbors' dog. On Wednesday, we were walking the dog, and I asked him how he was feeling about everything with Aiden. He looked at me like I was the dumbest person residing on Earth and said, "I am really really sad." I took a breath to stop the tears and explained that I wasn't sure since he wasn't talking about her at all anymore so I wanted to check with him. He replied with, "Well, I just realized I don't need to make other people sad with my sad stuff." Then no amount of breathing was going to stop the tears. I gently told him that was very kind, but to please remember he can always talk to Travis and me no matter what. And in true Alex form, he brought levity to the situation by saying, "Besides...it's more fun to talk about a dog that's alive."
When we got back to the house, I asked him what he was thinking about getting a new dog. Not shockingly, he was still very much in favor. And when I asked what he thought about the timing of said new dog, I was informed the sooner the better. So I showed him a couple dogs I had spotted on Petfinder.com. And theeeeeennnnnn, this happened:
Allow me to introduce Lulu. I have decided her full name is Lucille Julius. Alex insists her middle name needs to be "Sweet." Given her demeanor, I'm having a hard time disagreeing. Welcome to the family Lulu.
When we got back to the house, I asked him what he was thinking about getting a new dog. Not shockingly, he was still very much in favor. And when I asked what he thought about the timing of said new dog, I was informed the sooner the better. So I showed him a couple dogs I had spotted on Petfinder.com. And theeeeeennnnnn, this happened:
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