Well the last week or so has been pretty crazy. I got sick for Mother’s Day weekend, so that was kind of shot. I did get all my meals in bed, though, so that was a bonus! Then we had four days to get ready for Steph’s graduation in San Diego (which I will report on in another post), then come back Sunday so that Scott could fly out for a week-long business trip on Monday to Washington state. Yikes! So it’s been up, down and all around lately. Between all of this activity, the boy has been living an above average existence. He’s been super healthy (knock on wood), excited about all things life has to offer, and when his grandparents came to take care of him last weekend, he may have ascended to some heaven dimension. He was that happy. This is just a little slice of regular bath time happiness with Daddy at the wheel.
I try to remember to capture these moments that are repeated constantly. They may seem normal and every day to us, but each day he is a bigger little boy in that tub.
I love being at home with our little family. Each calm, quiet weekend that comes and goes is a gift.
So somehow I convinced my sister at the last moment to carpool back up north with us and hang with me during my week of single mom-dom. She went for it! I think we were all ready for some vegging after that weekend of social bliss down south. It was a beautiful afternoon today and Ben was getting a taste of the idea of running through a sprinkler. Just a little more straightforward this time. He called it “rain”.
He loves to say “all WET!” but it sounds exactly like the way he says “all RIGHT!” and I’m wrong about which one it is 100% of the time.
Flip flops on babies is my favorite.
Meditating at the water table.
Yesterday, before Scott left for the airport, Grandpa found Chubba in the garage, she had passed away. Scott mentioned that she was getting thin, and she had been wandering off for little periods here and there and really worrying us, but she always came back and her mood seemed to be fine. We had talked about taking her to the vet this week but we had just gotten home. Scott said she was purring and cuddling the night before when he brought her in. It looked like she was climbing out of her bed and had a heart attack. She was seven years old.
I think I am a little bit in shock about it, but Chubba was always the one who had health and anxiety issues, so we worried constantly about her and checked her often. We put her on medication for awhile, and tried some different things to make her comfortable. She loved this new house and had a very warm and comfortable life with us. She and Skinny were our first pets and were on our Christmas card every year. We will miss her lots.Pin It