Happy First Birthday B!

(I swear he was a happy camper during his party!)

(Messy little man... He loved the frosting!)

OMG... It has been a month since Blake's birthday. I am sooooo fired doing this blog stuff!

Blake's birthday was so much fun. I have to admit I was pretty frazzled from the prior week, I was in a 'destination' wedding the two days prior, making crafts for B's party until 2 in the morning for days, and on top of that I had mounds of homework for school. I was so incredible busy that week I got sick. Anyhow, the purpose of mentioning this is that Blake's party was not exactly perfect, I was running late all morning. Luckily I have the greatest friends and family who helped me slave to get the party up and running! So a HUGE thank you to all of those who helped! Blake & I appreciated it!!! I am still behind when it comes to school and life in general, so I promise, Thank You cards will be in the mail soon!

(His cuppycakes!)

I can not believe my little guy is one! (Well actually he is now 13 months old...) He is such a busy little guy. He is mischeivious and messy and an all-around little boy! He crawls with a purpose now, he can climb onto the couch and back off the couch, he loves to throw things, and he loves to dance- especially to the Hot Dog Song on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse or the Yo Ho Ho song on Clubhouse Disney, he will litterally stop what he is doing when either one of these come on, crawl with a vengeance to the couch, stand up, and start 'dancing'. When he is winding down at the end of the day he loves to lie on the couch with me and cuddle. He loves giving those wide-open mouthed, slobbery kisses. He is such a happy-go-lucky love bug. He can now say five things, 'mama', 'dada', 'gie' (doggie), 'there' (he will point at something and say this), and 'uh-oh.' Besides 'mama', 'uh-oh' has to be my favorite thing he says because he uses it in context. He will throw something and say 'uh-oh', it makes me laugh like crazy. He doesn't walk yet, he side-steps the couch or walks with his push cart but not on his own. He doesn't seem to be too interesting, plus I think he really likes crawling! While he isn't crawling yet, he is officially off the bottle!... Guess you can't have it all! lol!!!

(Love, Love, Love, this banner... The pictures are from every month of his first year.)

These are his stats from his one year doctors visit: He is 22 pounds, 5.4 ounces (40th%), 31.5 inches tall (91st%), and his head is 18 inches around (28th%)... The doctor says he is a healthy guy. He does have a benign tumor on his leg that has to be removed but its nothing to worry about and is a quick in-office procedure that will leave him with two stitches. But Blake is a tough guy, he will be just fine!

(The loot!)

(Blake and Mommy opening presents.)

(Blake hanging out in his new truck from Mommy and Daddy.)

B Loves Summer and a Little Bedtime Crazy-ness.

(My little fishy.)

Blake LOVES the water. Believe me, saying LOVE is an understatement. That kid might just be part fish... This might just explain why he was born a week late, he was too comfortable in all that water! He has always loved bathtime, ever since his first baths. He splashes and laughs and could play in the water forever. Cold water doesn't phase him... Just as long as he is in water!


(Summertime is SO much fun...)

This past weekend we went over to one of our friend's house who happens to have a swimming pool with a great kiddie wading area in it. Blake was in there forever! He easily out 'swam' the other kids who didn't spend too much time in there. And boy did he splash, he just loves to splash even if it gets him in the face. He just shakes it off and keeps on splashing.

(Not so excited to be out of the pool.)

Yesterday, we filled up a little kiddie pool in the courtyard and let him just hang out in there. He spent an hour in the water. Splashing and crawling around and playing. He had so much fun!!! Looks like next summer we will be doing swim lessons!

(Blake's Crazy Face!)

Then at bedtime, Blake was just being plain silly... He was having so much fun I wasn't sure we were going to be able to put him to bed! But, being the good little boo boo chicken that he is, went right to sleep! I love this little guy!!!

(In between crazy-ness.)

blessed.

(In LOVE with this little face!!!)

It's a little after midnight and I can't sleep. Actually, my sleep schedule has been way off lately so it's been normal for me to stay up late. I want to wake up Blake right now. I want to hold him and hug him and cuddle him! It's weird, he is right on the other side of the wall but I totally miss him right now.

I have been thinking about how blessed I am, how I have the most incredible little boy! I can't believe that God gave me him, that this was his plan for me. Even though I was resentful through some of the hardships in my life, like the loss of my father and my infertility struggle, God still gave me the most beautiful, incredible little boy! I am so grateful that he did... I know I wanted a girl and I know I thought Blake was a girl, (and I can even admit that I cried when I found out B was a boy...) but I am beyond thankful that he is a boy. I feel like he was a boy for a reason, that even though I wanted a girl so so so bad, I was given Blake because I needed to have his love- I needed to experience the love that only a son can give his mommy. My heart is full and it is because of him!

I have no idea what the future holds. All I know is in this moment I truly am blessed with the best gift anyone could possibly give me. I hope Blake will always know how much he means to me and I hope Blake knows how much I love him and how I completely fall in love with that little chicken more and more every day.

I feel like the luckiest girl in the world... No, I AM the luckiest girl in the world.

(my babies.)

The Older B Gets...

The harder it is for me to find time to write this blog!!!

(Snacking on a mandarin orange in Target...)

Blake is going to be 10 months old tomorrow! I can't believe it. I can not believe how old he is getting. It's all moving too fast for me and while I am excited to see what tomorrow brings and what milestones we are going to celebrate, a little part of me longs for the past. A little part of me wishes he would stay this small forever. It's funny how you hear parents say "I can't wait until my baby can crawl!" or "I can't wait until my baby can hold their own bottle!" and my favorite- "I can't wait until my baby sleeps through the night!" And while those are all exciting milestones they also represent a little independence, it's just another step on the journey of them not 'needing' you anymore... That makes my heart hurt. I love my little boo boo chicken! I want him to stay small forever and ever, and two nights ago we had to lower his crib mattress!

On that note, Blake is well on his way to full-fledged independence! (Okay, maybe 'full-fledged' independence really won't happen until teenage years or beyond...) The last few weeks have just been a monumental developmental spurt. He cries when I walk out of the room, he can crawl (it's more of a worm scoot, but it's the way he crawls!), he can go from a crawling to a sitting position all by himself, he can get from a crawling hands and knees position to a hands and feet position, and he can climb!!! I was lying on my side on the floor right next to him one night, he wormed his way over to me, pulled himself up the front of me, and then stood up! We knew it was time to lower his crib mattress to avoid any climbing accidents!

(My little fishy...)

One of my favorite things, maybe not one of daddy's favorites, happened the same night as the climbing incident. It was getting late, almost B's bedtime and he was getting a little grumpy. I had to go to the bathroom before I started bedtime procedures so I handed him to his daddy and went to the bathroom. He stared at me and watched me until I was out of his sight, and then I heard the saddest cry. He cried while I quickly went to the bathroom and washed my hands. He cried even when he saw me again, he outstretched his arms towards me when I came closer to him... Awwwwww.... He just wanted his mommy!!! He was happy to be in my arms again and it was such a great feeling to know that I provide him with that happiness and comfort.

(In his police car pool floatie... We were trying to give daddy a little motivation to put our pool up!)

We had another crying night about two weeks prior to this. He was 'backed-up'. He had been for about two days. So, one night we did our regular bedtime thing and he fell asleep in my arms. I moved him to his crib and he woke up and cried. This was a little unusual since he is pretty good about going to sleep on his own even if he is awake. Not a stranger to letting him cry it out for a few, I let him cry while I unloaded the dishwasher, sure he would only cry for a few minutes. But he didn't stop. So I went back in and picked him up and brought him out to the rocker in the family room. Once again he fell asleep and I put him back in his crib. The above-said cycle happened again. We went through this about three or four times that night. The very last time, while he was crying, I got ready for bed. I went into his room grabbed my very upset little man and brought him out to the rocker. There I gave him a VERY small bottle of apple-prune juice, (I told myself I would NEVER give B a bottle with juice in it... So much for that!) and he fell asleep in my arms. We cuddled on the rocker until two in the morning. I loved that. I contemplated sleeping there all night with him, but figured neither one of us would really get that great of a night's sleep and we both needed it! But I loved that. I wish for more nights like that minus the poop-prune juice part, but I also know that the crib is the best place for him.

I LOVE when he needs me. I love it more and more everyday. I feel like the older he gets he wants to be 'more independent' while I want to hold him and cuddle him like a baby more and more. What a vicious cycle I tell you! But I guess that is what getting older is!!!

(If you look close enough you can see his new tooth popping through... It's his bottom left.)

So, on to the stats: We brought B to the doctor about a week ago and he was 21 pounds, 9.8 ounces (which was about 60th percentile weight), and a tad over 30" long (the 90th percentile!!!). He also has three new teeth coming in right now! The left bottom and two uppers... Not the two front teeth but the ones next to those! Like the first time around, no crying or fussing!

Aside from the aforementioned skills, he still loves duck & goose and his blanket, he still sleeps through the night, he still loves Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and still has a odd obsession for all things electronic (TV, computer, cell phone...), he will actually watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on You Tube and know to flip the phone around if I hand it to him upside down! Another odd thing- he still loves his baby swing, although the bigger he gets the less it really swings. He LOVES to go swimming and loves the water, he likes to read books, he loves to terrorize his doggies and they reluctantly let him. He is starting to eat 'people' food. He loves fruit and dried cereal. I have given him fruit snacks, ritz crackers, and smoothie popsicles, guess what- he loves all of it! I am pretty sure there isn't anything he doesn't like, maybe with the exception of peas and meats! He just learned how to 'dance' and will happily dance when there is music. He is also quite the chatterbox... He says 'ma ma ma ma' and 'da' along with some other baby gibberish things that I haven't translated yet!

(Coming up on 10 months old and still using the baby swing! At least we are getting our money's worth out of that purchase!!!)

I am going to start making his first birthday invites in two weeks... Just more proof that he is getting old!

(He loves to snack!)

A Little Realization...

(Blake asleep in my arms last night...)

Let me start off by saying tonight I am a tad bit emotional... I think that every mom has that moment (or moments), an epiphany if you will, where they realize that their baby is growing up. I had a mini-moment right around when Blake was three months old, when I was packing away his newborn clothes. Tonight I had another one.... It was a pretty big moment.

Tonight it hit me as I was rocking my sweet baby to sleep that I will never get this day back. He is growing so fast, eventually he won't even need me to rock him to sleep. Someday he will not need me to hold his last bottle of the day when he is too tired to do it himself. Someday he will be too big to fall asleep in my arms and someday he won't want to anymore. It makes me so incredibly sad because these last fifteen minutes of the day are my absolute favorite with him. Don't get me wrong, we have tons of fun and many moments throughout the rest of the day, but for me the last fifteen minutes are the best, they are my little slice of heaven.

It's the time of day where no matter how difficult the rest of the day had been, it all just melts away. Watching Blake fall asleep in my arms, so peaceful, so comfortable, so safe, and so loved makes me fall in love with him over and over again. To know that he feels all those things and to know that I provided it is one of the best feelings someone can ever feel. It can be a little bittersweet as well.

Tonight, I did not want to move Blake to his crib. I wanted to hold him in that rocker and sleep with him in my arms all night long. It's because I know these days are numbered. It's because I know that tomorrow he is going to be another day bigger, another day older, another day more independent. I am reminded of this every night when I move him to his crib. He just takes more and more room in there. He is no longer a swaddled-up newborn, he is turning into a sprawled-out toddler.

I wish I could just freeze these moments in time, especially tonight. These moments are truly the most precious gifts, my own little slice of heaven.

It's been a while...

(Baby B LOVES the beach!!!)

Gosh, it's been a while since I have wrote a blog. What a bad mommy I have been!!! Well, Blake is 8 1/2 months old now. He is growing so fast, he can roll over by himself, though rolling back over has proved to be more difficult! He is a total little chatterbox & singer. He sits up by himself and he can even stand on his own propped up against the couch or something like that. He plays peek-a-boo, he will pull the blanket over his face then push it off waiting for me to give him a 'BOO!' and he rewards me with the cutest, most heartwarming giggle! He is becoming quite a little man, he will let you know when he is mad or if he wants something. He gets mad if he is left alone in a room and he always wants to be on the move, though not being fully mobile puts a damper on that! He is a mover, though mobility is only through the help of his walker, there is NO sign of crawling anywhere. I have tried to get him to do it, but he will get super mad and just bury his face in the carpet and scream. Speaking of screaming... He realizes how loud his voice is now and just will scream. Not because he is mad, but because screaming is fun. Of course he does it at the most inopportune times. He is officially too big for his swing, it still sits in our living room. It's the last 'newborn' thing left... I have to put it away but I don't want to... It will probably sit there for a little bit longer!

(Daddy & Blake.)

(Mommy & Blake.)

Last week, we took Blake on his first long distance vacation. We took him to visit his Uncle Dave in San Luis Obispo. He didn't make a peep during the 5 hour drive and he was such a good baby during the rest of the vacation. He slept through the night in his pack and play. I was super happy about this because when we took B on a overnight trip to Reno to visit his cousins he would not sleep in it. Noah ended up sleeping in a recliner in the family room with Blake on that visit... Good thing it is a comfy recliner!!!

(Uncle Dave, Mommy, & the little chicken.)

Anyhow, we took Blake to downtown SLO and to Avila Beach. It was B's first trip to the beach and he thought the sand was the greatest thing. He would take a handful of it in his hand, but it would pour out in between his fingers so when he would open his hand to see it there wouldn't be anymore sand. It was so cute! It was so nice to spend time with Uncle Dave since we don't really get to see him too often and B doesn't get to play with him too much. Blake, Uncle Dave, & Kristina had 4 days of playing & feeding... No diaper changes though! It was such a great trip, the only thing missing were the doggies!

Next week we are taking a trip to Pajaro Dunes. Blake had so much fun at the beach so I am super excited to take him to the beach again!!!

(This sand stuff is the best!!!)

On a Roll...

Blake is now a lot more mobile thanks to his Cousin Keaton. Keaton let us borrow his baby walker and now B is ALL OVER THE PLACE. He crazy-loves this thing!!! I officially had to start the baby proofing around the house because he got into a basket full of gaming supplies (batteries, wires, ect.) in the entertainment center. He also found where his toys are kept in the family room and would try to pull the cubby off the shelf! He loves chasing the dogs around the house and 'running over' Timber when he's lying on the floor. The walker is genius for us because our whole house is tile so he can cruise where ever he wants. I guess it's only more and more baby proofing from here!

(First, he found his toy cubby...)

(Then he pulled it out...)

(Then he made his way over to the couch...)

(Then he spotted Timber and tried to get him... Timber's head is not missing, he's just itching his foot!)

Who's Kid Is This???

(Baby B in his brand new jogging stroller...)

I can't believe it's been 20 days since I have last posted a blog... I feel like I am being such a bad mom since this is essentially Blake's baby book! Anyhow, obviously a few things have happened since my last post. First, Blake is officially rolling on his own... That means he rolls over without me dangling a toy in his face or making annoying noises or doing an embarrassing dance. He makes a new face, the 'scrunchy' face, and he claps all the time. He thinks clapping is so much fun!

(How cute is he?!?!)

Second, it was Easter. He had a bunch of pictures taken at Picture People and I had purchased a bundle of one pose off of Living Social. Unfortunately, the down side to having a child who hams it up in front of the camera is that he doesn't take one single bad picture. Instead of the visit only costing the $18 I had previously paid, it ended up being over $100 dollars. He smiled in EVERY single picture, and they were all so cute! Then we went over to see the Easter Bunny. B was so in love with the gigantic pink bunny. He would stare at it (Is it a boy or a girl???), then pull on it's fur and bow tie, then he gave the camera a brief smile before awing over it again. For Easter Sunday we spent it at both grandparents house, he got lots of loot, and his cousin, Annabelle, even found him some eggs during the Easter egg hunt. It was such a fun day!

(Little Boo Boo Chicken and the Easter Bunny.)

Lastly, baby B had his last physical therapy appointment. He had progressed so well that he has officially graduated from PT. We also had a quick trip to his pedi to check on a few things. Blake weighs a whopping 20 pounds! What a cute little beefcake! He also had to have a flu shot booster, the injection nurse came in and gave him his shot and he did not cry. He didn't even make a peep! Who's kid is this??? I totally cry when the doctor tells me I have to get a shot, and it doesn't phase Blake one bit!!!! He may have my eyes, nose, & sleeping habits but other than that this tough kid is all daddy! =)

(Duck & Goose Loving.)

6 Month Stats... A Half a Month Later...

(Baby B getting ready for our day trip to Chico.)

I have been meaning to blog about Blake's 6 month stats but I really have been on the go. He had a long trip to the doctors on the 24th, he saw Erin, his physical therapist as well as his pediatrician. Erin says Blake is doing awesome! He still has absolutely NO interest in rolling over, though when he is on his belly he will roll over onto his back by himself. Erin says it's okay though because she knows he can do it, she says he is such a 'chill' baby that nothing motivates him to do it. He is perfectly content however we leave him! Blake will have to see her one more time before he is discharged.

(Trying out the Sippy Cup thing.)

Then we went up for his six month check up. He was a trooper as usual! He is 18 pounds, 11.4 ounces, which is in the 69th Percentile. He is 27 3/4 inches tall, which is in the 87th Percentile. And his head is 17 1/2 inches around, which is in the 68th Percentile. His percentiles are a little lower this time around (except for his head) which is normal at this time as this is when growth isn't so drastic. He is still at the middle-bottom of the charts for his weight for length. He may look beefy, but is a tall, skinny kid!

(Blake LOVING his snackies...)

He did get shots and like every other time he cried for about a minute and then was quickly over it. Mommy did better this time too! =) Unfortunately he won't get another check-up until he is a year old. Yay for no more shots!

(Sharing is Caring...)

Raising the next Brad Pitt...

(My beautiful baby BOY!!!)

I know mommy's tend to be biased when it comes to their own babies. I always say I have the cutest baby EVER, but what mommy doesn't?!? Up until lately people would stop me and tell me how cute my baby is, but lately it has turned into how beautiful my baby is. Let me say that Blake is always dressed like a little boy, he always wears blues or greens or red and my son does not have a single pink polo shirt in his closet. All of his blankets are blue or green or white with dogs on them, his diaper bag and stroller might be the only two unisex things he owns and even then they are both green and gray. So, why is it that people think Blake David is a little girl??? It hasn't happened just once, but multiple times!

The first time was in Costco. I was walking down the aisle with Blake and a lady stopped to tell me how beautiful my baby is. She then proceeded to ask if he was a boy or girl, and then told me that he is so beautiful it is hard to tell. Ummm... He is wearing a red sweatshirt with navy blue dogs on it, a pair of jeans, and black sneakers.... It's not that hard to tell. I shrugged it off though, at least she asked what he was!

Then there was the lady in Target. "What a beautiful baby girl you have right there!!!" I was taken back, I couldn't even correct her. He was wearing a blue sweatshirt and had a blue blanket. There was no mistaking that one. I smiled and said thanks and went on my way. I told Noah what happened and he thought I had him in a dress or something...

This morning I tried to drop him off in the daycare at the gym but they were full. I made a daycare reservation for later in the day and she told me how cute she is and asked what her name was. I told her HIS name is Blake and then she corrected herself. Seriously?! Today he was wearing a Navy Blue sweatshirt... I just don't get it!!!

I know I thought he was a girl when I was pregnant but come on... He is 100% boy. He looks like a boy and dresses like a little boy! Shortly after the Target incident my friend wrote on my facebook wall that during an interview Brad Pitt commented that when he was a baby he, too, was mistaken for a girl. I guess that means my little one might just be the next Brad Pitt... I guess being called a girl isn't that bad! lol!!!

There is no one I love more than my 6 month old Baby Blake.

(My beautiful blue-eyed 6 month old!)

My baby Blake turns 6 months old today! I can not believe he is half a year old!!! He has rung in his 1/2 birthday with a few gifts, (though everyday is gift with him!) the first thing is that he has a tooth! It is his bottom left front tooth and I was very surprised to find it! A few weeks ago I had looked in his mouth to see if he was teething, there was nothing and no swollen gums. He hasn't had any teething signs- no swollen gums, no excessive drooling, no low grade fever, ect. He does suck his thumb but he has always been a little thumb sucker. So imagine my surprise when he puts my finger in his mouth and chomps down! Let me tell you, baby teeth are super sharp!!! Despite my finger injury, I have said it before and I will probably say it again a thousand times... What a good little baby and what lucky parents we are!

(Blake's first chomper.)

I don't have any 6 month stats yet. He usually sees his pedi every two months on the 18th but this month the 18th fell on a Friday and his doctor doesn't work on Fridays so those will have to wait until he is 6 months, 6 days old! Anyhow, at 6 months, Blake is growing both physically and mentally every day! He still has some of the same favorites, duck & goose, blankets, his alien, but he has some new favorites as well! He loves his new highchair, he loves to laugh, he has always loved TV but he especially loves shows where they sing, like Glee & American Idol... If it's a song he likes he will sing along in baby gibberish! He is getting so good at using his hands, he will grab things and he even knows how to scoot his car along the high chair tray! He still loves his swing but he is starting to get too big for it so it isn't used nearly as much as it used to be, it it's place is the jumperoo! He can stay in that thing forever! Blake loves his food! So far he been through all the vegetables- peas, green beans, carrots, squash, sweet potatoes... He loves them all! He has also eaten applesauce, pears, prunes, mangoes, & mashed potatoes. There is nothing my little beefcake won't eat! In fact, if I don't shovel the food in his mouth fast enough he will take the spoon out of my hand and feed himself!

(Blake at a few days old...)

He still hates rolling over and won't do it unless there is some help or serious motivation! But when he is on his stomach he can 'Army crawl' or scoot around. He might just crawl before he rolls over! He can sit up pretty good though he doesn't stay seated very well and will just fall over. Good thing he thinks the falling over is pretty funny! He loves his doggies more and more every day. He even reached for Lily and said 'gie?' I don't know if that is coincidence or if doggie is really going to be his first word! I can honestly say I am so blessed to have such an incredible family, fur babies and all! Blake's little wide mouthed smile warms my heart everytime I see it!!! I love that little man more than anything!

(and now... same basket, 6 months later!)

Bed Time Blues.

(My beautiful, newborn, sleepy Blake David.)

Let me start off by saying that Noah & I are the luckiest parents in the world to have such a good baby. In fact, 'good' doesn't even come close to cutting it... He's more like a phenomenal baby. Blake, has always been a good eater, a trooper when we are out and about, and a great sleeper (a trait he must have inherited from his mommy!) Anyhow, we have always let him cry it out at bed and nap times. Now, before anyone grabs their pitchforks and pillage, I have to say I know that a lot of mommies hate this method, but it has worked for us. We have used this method since Blake was a newborn, and I can honestly say I think it contributes to why Blake is such a good baby. We always make sure he was/is fed, dry, and not sick, and as a newborn we were informed by our doctor that newborn babies could cry for up to three hours a day total for no reason. I never had a problem with using the cry it out method, I never felt like he believed we were abandoning him or that we didn't love him... Until now.

(And now... Sleepy time cuddles with Duck.)

Blake is going to be 6 months old tomorrow and obviously much more aware of his surroundings. He still hardly cries and every once in a while he will cry in his crib when we put him down for the night. It used to not bother me, but it does now. I can not stand hearing him cry because I know that he knows that I am awake and can soothe him. While Noah tells me that we should just let him cry, I can only do it for like 5 minutes before I go rushing in. After a little rocking and a big hug and kiss, I can put him back down in his crib still awake and he will then go right to sleep.

(I love that sweet, sleepy face!)

So, I just don't get it. When I told our pediatrician that we let B cry it out at his 4 month appointment, he told us it was too early to sleep train him, and that we should wait until he turns 6 months. But it so much worse now, now that I know Blake is much more aware and knows that we left him alone. I am normally such a stickler for following the pedi's rules and recommendations, but not on this. Call this one mommy's intuition, but with Blake, crying it out as a little baby has made bed time as a bigger baby much more manageable with a child who, 98% of the time, is happy to go to bed on his own.

(All cozy during nap time!)

Bad Doggies...

(Blake trying to play with a sleepy Lily Lovemuffin.)

(Timber supervising Play Time.)

I'm pretty sure the phrase 'bad doggies' might be Blake's first word/phrase, it is definitely giving 'Hi' a run for it's money!

When I was pregnant I heard stories from everyone about how I was either going to hate my dogs or how they were going to get put on the back burner or how my love for them was going to change once B was here. I am not joking when I say that some stories I heard had me in tears and added to the anxiety and worries I had about bringing Blake into our 'pack'. While some things I was told had held some truth, the matter of fact is that I still love my dogs just as much as I did before. Maybe even more when I see Blake try to play, tug, or pet Lily Lovemuffin, my first 'fur' baby. The one thing I have less to almost no tolerance for is the potty-ing in the house.... Believe me I KNOW it is absolutely disgusting, but having a dachshund- a breed that is notorious for never fully being potty trained, and a 7 year old rescued German Shepherd, it is something that I have learned to live with. (Also, the reason we spent almost $8,000 replacing our carpet with tile...) However, with Blake around when I see an 'accident' in the house it absolutely sends me through the roof, I scream and yell and my 'fur' babies get an extended 'time out' in the garage. The other day, as I was screaming, yelling, and having an absolute fit I looked over at Blake and he was just staring at me. He didn't look scared but just had this confused look on his face. I looked at him and said, "Chicken, you have baaaaaddddd doggies!" He looked at me, gave me a huge open mouth smile, and continued on with his play. I guess my lesson of the day was to tone down the madness when the dogs decide the inside of our home is one giant grass patch.

But that is what mommyhood is, a bunch of lessons and a whole lot of potty accidents! =)

(He may look cute and cuddly, but underneath that is a pee monster dying to be unleashed!)

(My sweet, sweet girl... She doubles as a poo machine...)