Never A Dull Moment

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!

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!

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.

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

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 ...