When it rains....

I had a dream last night that my house was flooded. But only the main level - not the basement. In the dream I was really, really upset about the water (it was coming in the front door) until I remembered that i had flood insurance and we were going to be OK. In that moment it was like the anxiety lifted off of me. It was just a dream, but I wonder if my subconscious is trying to tell me that life will get better...


It's been a crazy few weeks. My Riley girl ruptured her ACL and had to have surgery (to the tune of $600 MORE than quoted.... sigh...) on the 24th. She came home 3 days later with 40 staples down her leg, on cage rest for 6 weeks, a pain patch, and a big plastic cone on her head. It was a lot more than we were prepared for, logistically & financially!



Poor Riley



Friday I had a tooth pulled, and it was pretty painful and traumatic. The smells reminded me of the hospital and I am still not 100% past my last c-section, and the blood was pretty bad... I passed out. I shouldn't be surprised, but I was, since I haven't passed out in a few years. I really, really hate it when that happens.

The following Monday, the 28th, Big Guy had surgery - tonsils & adenoids removed. He made it through surgery fine, but WOW is that stressful. I went back in the OR when they put him to sleep and was in PACU when he woke up. My poor baby. Even now, a week later, he's still having pain (referred pain to the ears?) and is just miserable. And he kinda sounds like Minnie Mouse - his voice went up 2 octaves! I read that it's not permanent, but we will see. I hope not - he is miserable and he sounds funny too. What a combo.

He had no idea what was coming...

On top of it all, my poor husband fell down the stairs the other day and has been limping around. And thinks he might be fighting a virus and was feeling dizzy. (All that I could think was "Suck it up Buttercup." Is that wrong?)

At least Rocco and the Little Guy are ok.... Did I mention that this past Saturday was my birthday? Yeah, it pretty much sucked. 

I need a bigger umbrella. Or maybe a bigger boat.

Back to work

Today is Monday. It feels like a Monday.
I went back to work after 12 wonderful weeks of maternity leave, and I am really not thrilled about being back to work, but today begins my second week back. The first week was eventful, to say the least. Monday we discovered that Riley somehow blew out her knee (old football injury, I guess) and needs surgery. Big Guy is scheduled to have his tonsils out, and I'm having a tooth pulled. We scheduled them all over three days because we're crazy. And so we don't have to take a ton of time off of work.
Wednesday my pump broke, and Friday night I discovered a case of mastitis. Yuck.


 Little Guy is happy, he's starting to roll a little bit, and smiles every time he sees me.



Little Guy



I heard a great saying this weekend, in reference to a dear friend/ cousin's little guy:

"The happiest and most wonderful years of my life were spent in the arms of another man's wife."

I hope that Little Guy enjoys these years. I know I will.

My Girl

This is Riley. She is my girl baby. She and her littermate Rocco came to live with my husband and I in 2004, when we were newly married, broke, and happy. Fast forward a few years, and we have two little boys, Little Guy and Big Guy, and are still broke and happy. Riley is my sister-in-estrogen in this house full of boys. She often hides in the Little Guy's room where no one ever goes.
I should join her more.