I’m lucky there were a few and I’m not going to choose.
1) breakfast at The Langham with the Kimmel Chics
2) Adam insisting I join him in Thomas the Tank Tent in his room; 3or 4 times
3) finishing linoleum under the refrigerator and it looks amazing
Saturday evening stroller and dog walk. (our ritual).
The pic is Adam sitting in his outside toy box. I thought it was cute until I realized he was filling diaper.
I feel horrible. I was shopping for appliances at Warehouse Discount Center in Burbank and AAA ran into to corner or a BBQ grill.
We were leaving and I’d let him run around since they have lots of space and wide isles. Wouldn’t you know on the way out the door he caught a corner.
And, he already had a scab there from a day care accident; he hit the exact same place. The BBQ sliced him and a little more and we’d have had a gash and ER visit.
It’s that one spot (or divot) I worry about. It might be his first scar. He’s usually very coordinated but I’d have has his hand or carried him it was avoidable. He’s all boy do I let him run and explore and I feel horrible. Hard to find The Line.
Sure all the experienced parents can relate. The mommies are probably thinking “that’s what happens if you let them do that.”. The daddies are probably saying “it happens and you gotta ket them be boys”. Argh!!
Was almost seeing Matt R at work talking about my happiest moment since I was touched he mentioned it. BUT, in actuality it was taking Adam to La Orange for dinner.
He’s great at restaurants. My issue was I’d skipped lunch and I ordered and ate an entire medium pizza. I’m bloated and took a shot of peptobismal …. good times.
Over a year ago I noticed that my puppy, Zack was slowing. A lot more grey on his muzzle and not as much time in the yard.
Last Fall he began yelping when he was pivoting around my as I get dress. We got pain meds as needed and during the cold winter months.
With the arrival of Adam he’s been amazing. In fact, Zach’s been very entertained by watching him – after he got over the initial shock that I actually brought a baby home. He found that joining Adam and I in putting on shoes and pajamas is fun.
Recalling that Zack also acted out and began lifting his leg in the house. So it hasn’t been perfect. I threatened to send him to the orchard the 3rd and 4th times. Realizing his self regulation was slipping I began a ritual of ushering him outside twice a day at the same time and it’s worked out well.
At his last check up the vet said the arthritis in his right hip was worsening and that he was getting round. True, he’s not fence running as much and I taught Adam to feed the dog; the bowl ain’t empty. AAA genuinely loves getting food and treats for his puppy and if 1 cookies is good a fistful is better.
So tonight Adam and I are eating dinner. (Usually midway thruogh Zack sauters out and clears his bowl and it’s Adam’s queue to discard less favored foods onto the floor and giggle as Zack hoovers the scraps.).
Tonight we are eating and I hear a sharp yelp. Zack is literally standing with front legs on the floor and hind legs extended on his comfy chair and cannot move. I saw real pain in his eyes and fear. I got his bsck legs onto the ground and he wouldn’t walk. Got his pain pill in him and he stayed immobile. No coaxing could get him to the kitchen.
After 20 minutes I heard him get back in bed. He slincked back on as I was bouncing between high chair child and him. His eyes began to glaze over but he felt better. But it’s 75 degrees out so nobody expected him to be stiff and locking up – this is a first.
He went “outside to go pee pee on the grass” at Adams bed time but only long enuogh to take care of his business. He didn’t clean his food bowl out, when he came bsck in … not his typical.
This is a therapy posting. True Zack’s been slowing and he’s had a few moments. It this was more than that. And it’s not good bye since this is only the start of his (sigh) descent. I’m just not ready for this. He’s been his healthy, neurotic, low key self for almost 8 years with me. Of coarse I’ll adapt and see what modifications he needs. And drugs a plenty for his pain.
It was a definitive and reflective moment.
KEYS! Thanks to the worlds best realtor, Shelley Wingate ( also my Facebook buddy) for dragging me and loan out of hell and into reality. La Crescenta here we come!
Then Adam and I played in his Thomas tent. I literally hunched over inside of it and we were face to face and giggling.
French Toast with blueberries and boysenberry syrup on the patio for Father’s Day. I opted to stay home and try to de-stress.
