Birthday hangover...

Yesterday was Sabina's 2nd Birthday. It was fun, joyous, and slightly sad for me because my baby isn't really a baby anymore. She's a KID!
After gift preparations and a made-from-scratch cake, a stressful day, and late party time because of Daddy's work, I have a birthday hangover.
I wanted to post on the birthday and put the cute pictures up.
I wanted to talk about the miracle of God's provision.
I wanted to eat a little more cake before it dried out.

It's late. I'm going to keep you all waiting just a little longer. I know you're all on tenterhooks - I'm truly sorry. (insert appropriate sarcasm.)
Tomorrow. I will be blogger mom again. Tonight I'm just tired out mom. Love to you all.

The New Baby

Just when I was really reveling in the fact that Sabina is my last baby (and growing up so fast), we got a new one. A few weeks ago we rescued a puppy. He was 10 weeks old at the time; sweet, fluffy and quiet. That didn't last. Although I did not have to endure the hardship of pregnancy or the ordeal of labor and delivery, there are many similarities here. Indy - the name we agreed on - cries when left alone or if he's in trouble, steals toys from the other kids and tries to break them, gets up during the night, and is also growing so fast. The nice thing is, Daddy gets up and takes him out. I get to stay in bed unless there's a mess to deal with. The kids were so excited at first. They love dogs and have been asking for one for ages. I wanted all the kids to be potty trained before we got a dog. I lost on that one. Sabina hasn't started yet. But, she is the only child in the house who's not afraid of Indy. He's a rambunctious puppy mix of black lab and border collie - sometimes called a borador. He's still fluffy and occasionally sweet. He likes to run and "herd" the kids, if they freak out, he tries harder. I'm trying to teach them to stand their ground and tell him NO if he snips at them. So far, only Sabina (at 19 months) is reliable on the "No, Indy." They are buddies. She plays in the water bowl, and he picks up the food she drops.

It's a symbiotic relationship.