We got a puppy.
|Meet Nana (and watch Peter Pan if you are unclear on why we named her this)|
My mom came to visit. All rules went out the window.
|Case in point.|
|Partners in crime.|
Ok, I believe we are up to date.
Yes, the boy part of the above sentence is very important to the story I am about to tell you. Noah is a rough and tumble kind of kid. He is very physical (should have seen this coming at 8.5 months when he was walking) and has little to no regard for his own safety (i.e.-free falling off furniture is nothing new around here...he just climbs back up).
|Horseshoes are not light, but Noah insisted on playing like DaDa.|
|First ride...ringing the bell.|
And now, Noah is down, pee is finally cleaned and kitchen put back together (my floors looks great, thanks Nana), and Nana has been allowed inside under strict parental supervision. And here I am with my beer telling you this ridiculous story. What a return to the blog, eh?!
I will say that life in puppy land has been really great at times and really trying at others (don't tell Scott I admitted that). She really is a sweetheart but she is also a 22lb puppy competing with a 22lb toddler for attention. My little boy is mischievous and hilarious and keeps me moving nonstop. My friend Jessi said it best, "it isn't a visit with Noah unless I get hit by something he threw". Yep, that's my boy. Yesterday I even took him to the pediatrician convinced he had an ear infection based on his melodramatic behavior. Turns out, I just have a busy, opinionated, toddler who is unable to really tell me what he wants (aside from "Nana treat"; this dog will be fat).
A small glimpse into my current life:
|Noah running for the corner. His most favorite afternoon activity. We added a challenge factor with a puppy in tow. Also, those pants are size 6 months...I just can't give them up.|
|My kids helping me clean the cottage shower for Grandma's visit.|
|Noah refuses to ride in the cart anymore. He much prefers pushing it; and please don't try to help.|
|This outfit. Could you die?!|
|But there are also about 10000000 sweet moments a day that make it all worth it!|
*I feel quite paranoid in the world of the internet so I include this disclaimer. Please know that the glass Noah has above was empty before he every so naughtily climbed on the table and took it for his own! As for the baby on the table...blame Grandma.