Aiming for progress, not perfection.
"...being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you
will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."
Monday, February 27, 2006
even more puppy pics.
is it any question what is occupying every second of our time?
the puppy crazniess continues: even though i storm out of the bedroom at 7:30 a.m. when he's yelping from his crate, ready to scold him sternly, i am turned to absolute mush when i see his little ears flatten as he hastens into my arms, crying, "mom! i was so lonely! just hold me, please..."
5 a.m. saturday morning: it's thundering. doc doesn't like thunder. so i have to get up and get him out of his crate. i hold him for awhile, sleeping sitting up on the couch, while he wrestles with my fingers. then i lay down on the couch, and we both fall asleep for about an hour. he isn't scared of thunder while in my arms. only when he's in his crate. my mom's dog, daisy (a 10-year-old basset hound), is terrified of thunder (and any other big noise for that matter) all the time, even if you're near her. so i think maybe doc's fears are an act. who knows. then at about 6, i go back to bed, and he sleeps with us until about 8. time to potty. and no more sleeping in for me on weekends. later in the day landon tells me he thinks he's too selfish for a kid right now because he doesn't want to wake up to feed or hold the baby. you're telling me. he has yet to wake up early once to take care of this dog. i hope that isn't telling of things to come...
1:30 a.m. sunday: i come home after covering a desperados game and find doc in bed with landon - not in his crate sleeping where he's supposed to sleep.
7:30 a.m. sunday morning: landon leaves for the church and puts doc in bed with me. he plays for about 30 minutes, much to the dismay of my ears, nose, hair and, as always, fingers. then he passes out with me until about 9:15.
7:55 a.m. monday morning: i leave doc in bed with landon.
11:30 a.m. monday morning: landon calls to say the baby slept with him until now (must be nice...) and now they are laying on the couch watching tv.
suffice it to say, i really hope doc doesn't get much bigger than 15 pounds (the minimum for male bostons) because i'm very afraid he's getting spoiled about sleeping in "mom and dad's" bed.
but seriously, could you resist?