Friday, March 19, 2010

My New Favorite

This is my new favorite picture of Samson. We were playing in the yard today and you can tell he is clearly unhappy that I chose to take a picture rather than play "tug" with him. He is now 16 weeks and 43 pounds. That's right, he nearly DOUBLED in size in one month (at 12 weeks he was 26 pounds)! At every visit the vet keeps asking me if I understand how big he is going to be. Um, yeah, his parents were both 100 pounds, and I'm the one buying the expensive, easy to digest, osteo health dog food. I get it! ;)

I went to Little Rock to visit my Mom and the rest of my family this week. More about that trip and pictures coming soon!

Monday, March 15, 2010

Harper is One!

This weekend we helped Harper celebrate her first birthday! I can't believe how fast the first year goes by! It has been so fun to watch her grow over the last twelve months... I can't wait to see her become a little toddler girl over the next year! Happy birthday, Harper, we love you!

Sunday, March 14, 2010

16 weeks = 4 months old today!

8 weeks & 16 weeks

16 weeks is a big puppy milestone at our house! It means we can finally make trips to the dog park and spend a day at doggy daycare this week! Daycare will not become routine for us, but we are going to board him for the first time a month from now and want him to be familiar with where he is going to stay. Now that I wrote it out, it sounds even more ridiculous, but whatever. Until we have a baby, my tendency is to treat him like my child. Oh, so I better not forget to record that he lost his first two puppy teeth today. Top front. Bless his heart.

Friday, March 5, 2010


I love Friday. It is the day I know Reid is working downtown, and will be home early (or at least around 5 or 6 which is early to me). It is my day to run errands and plan our meals for the weekend, but I also get to just enjoy being at home. On days like today when it's gorgeous outside I take the dog on long walks and we play in the backyard. Just a few reasons why I love Friday!

-- Post From My iPhone

Monday, March 1, 2010


I've been thinking a lot in the past two months about a conversation my sister and I had before Christmas. After meeting with her counselor, she had called to ask me a question. She wondered if I thought it would still be really hard when our Mom goes to Heaven because we have already spent so much time mourning our gradual loss of her to Alzheimer's.

Maybe you are reading this thinking, "Wow, that's what they think about?" And, to be honest, it is. That way of thinking, right or wrong, is a lot of how I have grieved. That day, though, my sister shared with me something from her counseling session and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. After asking her counselor the same question, he offered a very interesting analogy. Imagine that you are going sky diving. To prepare, your instructor gives you a manual to read. After you read the manual, you get suited with gear and are taken up in a plane. Without anymore instruction or guidance, your instructor pushes you out. Now, no matter how much you studied that manual, there was no way for it to have prepared you for what you felt when you fell from the plane. Reading a manual about sky diving and actually sky diving are two totally different things.

The same is true of mourning the loss of someone before they are physically gone. While I have mourned the loss of the mom I once knew, I can still hug, kiss, and snuggle up to her. I can touch her hair and face, and hold her hands. I can sit and watch her make a familiar facial expression. I can still hear her sneeze the same way she always has - always so loud that when we were kids it would embarrass us when we were in public. And, I can still see her smile. Because so much of my mom is gone I can hope that it will be easier. The truth is that it probably won't be easier. New emotions and a different kind of grief will one day come.

The next three pictures are from this past Thursday night. It was my first night in Little Rock, and Dad and I went to see Mom. While she was eating her ice cream he asked her if she remembered their Gingie Bain (that's what they called me when I was little) standing on the table out on the back deck eating a popcicle and making funny faces. She remembered and smiled so big!