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Adopting a dog right now, that is.

Maybe if the Munchkin weren’t teething AND the poor dog didn’t have to be the center of attention at all times AND he weren’t having adjustment/house training issues AND he hadn’t decided to have a go at poor Tesla, we could have made things work.  But it was just too many issues all at once, and since I’m home alone, it wasn’t a situation where I had the necessary time and energy to give him the love he deserved.

So I had to return him to the shelter this morning, but I sent his harness, leash, and toys so that he has a little something ready for him when he finds his forever home.  I still feel like a tool.  :/  But the cats are happy, and it was the most relaxing evening we’ve had in a week — despite the teething.

And seriously, if these teeth don’t break through soon, I might lose it.  His front bottom two are through the gums, but the other two — one bottom and back, one up and back on the opposite side — are being extremely stubborn.  He’s chewing on everything before he’s so miserable.  Poor guy!


Everyone else in the house is asleep.  The Munchkin conked out just before 8, the dog got up on the couch (where he’s not supposed to be, by the way) and zonked about an hour ago, and the cats filtered in to snooze shortly thereafter.  Apparently everyone feels it was quite a long day.

Given the fact that, if it weren’t so daggone close to the end of the day, I would go back and start over, I don’t blame them.  The Munchkin is cutting at least one and probably two more teeth, so he’s been fussy as all get-out.  Then the dog decided that not only do the Munchkin’s shoes make great chew toys, but also that the only place in our entire acre’s worth of property that’s an acceptable dumping ground is the Munchkin’s floor.  Bonus points for the baby Orajel going walkabout just when I needed it.  *headdesk*

On the bright side, Hobby Lobby is  having a big sale on Christmas stuff (when aren’t they, really?), so I think I’m going to get us all new stockings and a new tree skirt.  And, if I can find them, some jingle bells on a strap to hang on the door for the dog to ring when he wants to go outside.

Now, at long last, I’m taking the dog out for one last walk, then I’m going to go crash.

We adopted a dog today.  He’s a four-year-old beagle awaiting a new name and currently snuggling on the couch.  Now we need to fence in the back yard, and I have two children to chase around the house.  I’m fairly certain I have lost my ever-loving mind.

That said, he’s adorable:

El pupus

No, Mom, I sposed to be here. Really.

He hasn’t yet decided to be super-protective of the Munchkin, but he’s only been with us for a few hours now.  Mostly he just ignores the Munchkin or gives me puppy eyes if he can’t get to me for scritches.  Goober.  😀

Dear feline overlords

I know that the strange little human who makes all the funny noises pretty much freaks you out, but he’s a member of the family, just like you are.  That funny squeaking noise he makes is him laughing.  The ear-piercing squawking noise is him being upset because we aren’t attending to his every whim fast enough — kind of like the way you two like to stand on our heads at night if you don’t have enough food or something.

That funny white and green plastic thing you’re laying under?  That’s one of his toys, his walker to be precise.  That means that at some point, I’m going to want to put him in it, and if you’re still lying under it, he’s going to end up standing on you.  So you should probably consider moving.

Also, I know that you know that Southern Honey and I won’t torment you too much when we pet you.  However, the Munchkin is still trying to sort out the whole manual dexterity thing, which means that he’s far more likely to grab you than to pet you.  I’m working to keep him away from you, but you need to be an active participant in this, too.  That means don’t just stand around waiting for me to pet you while you dodge his grubby little fingers.  Unless, of course, you would actually like me to let him grab your ear.  😀


Your devoted food-provider

Cat or child?

That crying/wheezing noise I just heard?

Although I would have sworn it was the Munchkin and stared at the baby monitor for several seconds in confusion, turns out it was Prometheus on the other end of the couch, twitching as he dreams about mice presenting themselves for his hockey-playing pleasure or something.

That funny scrabbling noise?

Not the cats chasing the latest bug around the kitchen, but the Munchkin bouncing around in his doorframe bouncy thing.  Which I know the name for, but apparently my brain ate it.

Assorted whining?

Oh, that was neither — I should really stop talking to myself…

Thanks for playing!  I hope you did better than I did.  The game was brought to you by the fact that the Munchkin decided to get himself a piece of Prometheus tonight.  We’re going to have to be a lot more vigilant now that he’s decided it’s awesome to grab everything in sight.  Prometheus is extremely patient (aka, lazy), but I know there’s a limit to it, and I’d prefer never to reach it.  At least not until the Munchkin is old enough to understand cause and effect.  >:-D

We recently took step two in the “get the cats used to the concept of not being the masters and commanders of the house” process: shutting them out of the bedroom at night.  (Step one was kicking them out of the Munchkin’s room, which was accomplished months ago.  They still try to sneak in every chance they get, but that’s just what cats do.)

This has thus far worked well every other night.  Night one?  Good.  Night two?  Tesla almost drove me insane and kept me up after about 2 am.  Night three, aka last night?  Good again.  By that pattern, I’m totally screwed out of sleep tonight.

We hadn’t wanted to kick them out, but since we’re planning on having the Munchkin room in with us for the first few weeks, it’s going to be necessary.  Otherwise we’re going to lose the Pack n Play to Prometheus playing in it and Tesla jumping into it from the top of the bookshelf.  Or, worse, they’re going to jump on the Munchkin in the middle of the night one night.  The thought of that really scares me because, even though they’re not huge, they could still really hurt him without meaning to.

Man, I hope tonight breaks the pattern.  I’m getting too bulky and cranky to miss sleep:

I have a built-in table for snacking.

33 weeks and counting

I’ll come right out and admit it: I’m shower-phobic when it comes to having showers thrown for me.  I feel weird to be sitting around being given gifts as an adult in a situation where it’s not a full-out gift exchange like at Christmas.  I didn’t have a bridal shower and was totally okay with that.

In fact, I’ve only actually attended one shower prior to today, and it was my friend’s bridal shower over last summer.  It was fun, but being the center of that much attention makes me feel awkward.

But my friends really wanted to throw a shower for the Munchkin — and I just couldn’t say no.  So this afternoon my two oldest friends, my matron of honor and one of my bridesmaids at our wedding two years ago, and their husbands drove own to host at our house, and our local friends popped out for what turned out to be a really entertaining afternoon.

Things I learned this afternoon:

* Don’t try to drink lemonade from a baby bottle if it’s made with real lemons and not from a packet.  The pulp from the lemon will inevitably clog the nipple of the bottle and you won’t get anywhere (you will also start to wonder how the hell babies ever manage to eat anything until you figure out the source of the problem).
* Puff paint will attract cats like nothing in this world.  They could have been hiding under a bed at the back of the house for the past two hours because random strangers (to them) are in the house, but as soon as you break out the puff paints to do onesies, there they will be, all up in your business, trying to convince you that paw-print onesies are absolutely necessary.
* Giving Southern Honey one of these will result in him putting it on and wandering around the house like a lost puppy.
* The star of the show, aka the Munchkin, will choose this one single day to sleep for hours instead of doing his usual acrobatic routine.  However, promptly after everyone leaves, he’ll start up the high kicks and karate punches again.  It might be stage fright.
* Also, awesome friends are awesome, and your kid will eventually appreciate having his photo passed around before he’s even born.
* Oh, and the titty fairy appears to have made a surprise visit in the last couple of days, and this will really only hit you in the middle of the party while you’re trying to keep your boobs from falling out of your shirt.

In the end, we all had a really good time, and there are some awesomely cute onesies drying in the nursery that I’ll have to get pictures of to post later.  (Oh, and I totally lost the “who can drink out of the bottle fastest?” game due to the aforementioned lemonade issue, but it was still hilarious and fun.)

Now it’s thank you note time.

Clean house

Not only is our house clean, it looks like a *house*.  The windows have curtains.  The guest room looks like you might actually want to sleep in it.  The Munchkin’s room is ready to have an air mattress put down on the floor to be slept on.  There are even clean towels in the bathrooms.

I’m fairly certain I’ve been replaced by a pod person or something.

Bonus points for the fact that the cats are taking being kicked out of the bedroom at night exceptionally well thus far.  They only banged on the door about three times last night, and never for long enough to make me want to throw something.  Hopefully tonight will go as well…

1. Buy a body pillow and put it wherever the cats normally like to encroach on your sleeping space.  This will work for approximately ten minutes, until they realize the pillow, like you, is actually comfortable.

2. Put in new bookshelves that are very high so they have something new to aspire to reaching.  This will work for about an hour, until one of them rolls over and falls the six and a half feet to the floor.

3. Open the window so they can hear the crickets and other free outdoorsy creatures taunting them.  This will work for one night, until they realize it’s October, and therefore it’s freakin FREEZING sitting in the window at four in the morning.

4. Give up and realize that there is no escape.  They will force you to worship them forever.

Who knows?

The cats know.

Seriously, I swear they know that something’s up.  They’re way cuddlier than normal, even Tesla, and have taken to sleeping at least some portion of the night one on either side of me.  Today Prometheus cuddled up on my lap and arm like you’d arrange a baby.  I was tempted to tell him to enjoy it while he was able, but I’m not sure he would have understood.

They have both been a lot needier over the past two weeks, too.  Following me everywhere around the house, constantly being underfoot.  And if I’m sitting on the couch, one or both of them must be sitting on or next to me.  Currently, Prometheus is lying on my legs.

I’m not sure how they know it, but they definitely know something is up.  Perceptive little boogers.

It will be interesting to see how they deal with all of the changes that will be forthcoming.  We’re going to have to move their food and water, since those are in what is going to be the Munchkin’s room.  And we might have to move the litter box, too, since it is in the bathroom that we’ll be using to bathe the Munchkin.  Not sure where that’s going to go…

What I am going to do is do my best to give them lots of love over the next few months so they don’t feel completely alienated.  What happens after the Munchkin is born?

Maybe the cats know.  But I sure don’t!