Thank you, Provo police!

This morning we had a little run in with the local law enforcement. Its difficult for me to recount the details, seeing as how I was still asleep when it all went down. That being said, I'm not certain the story I've heard is 100% accurate.

I woke up to Hank saying, "Kate, George ran away." I slowly rose up from my contorted sleep position in the nursing chair and looked around for George. I thought Hank was referring to the fact that the dog wasn't sleeping on top of me. Until he said, "No really, George RAN away. The Provo Police brought him back home!"

"WHAT?!? How the heck did that happen?" I yelled. He could have died! And since he didn't, I can say it... how embarrassing! I never imagined playing the role of a detective this morning but I have a feeling someone isn't telling the truth.

Hank's side of the story:

"I ran out to my car this morning to grab something and let George go pee. When I came in the door, George was just lying on the grass, so peaceful. I decided to read my homework assignment. When I went back outside to get check on him, the police were pulling up with him in the back seat. " (I would give all the money I have to see George in a police car)

A few questions you may have:

- Exactly how long was George alone?

Hank says 2-3 minutes. I have measured George's limbs and they are approx 4 inches in length. Doing some rough math, there seems to be some discrepancy over George's ability to travel 5 blocks, get picked up by the police, and find home in that short time frame.

- Where was George at when he was picked up?

At first, Hank said he was in the neighborhood. In later conversation, it slipped that he was on 8th North. We may never know if he was dodging cars. Luckily, it was super early.

- Did we get our second animal cruelty violation?

Not that I'm aware of. Hank says George was given a warning. I may believe this, seeing as how we was perfectly groomed yesterday and appeared quite well taken care of. Honestly, he looked like a cloud so I can imagine the officer thought he was still dreaming until George barked.

We may never know exactly how long George's adventure lasted today. Did Hank accidentally fall asleep in that alleged 2-3 minutes? I did find his pillow downstairs on the couch!

If only George could talk....

Fido, Who?

Remember when I wrote about George's allergies and how he scratches himself non-stop? And how we paid a bloody fortune for shots they swore would cure him? Yeah...well, they didn't. He has been in extreme discomfort since November, right around the time I was too pregnant to even care to address the issue.

I'm ashamed to admit that I just barely addressed the issue yesterday. It had been an awful day in every way possible and for some reason, I felt determined to take care of it amongst everything else going on. Mistake? Probably. I was a bit frazzled and it showed.

I could hardly handle the idea of taking my hyperactive dog in by myself before. He gets so excited that he practically drags me across the disease infested floor. Add a baby to that equation and picture the definition of disfunctional.

Getting the screaming baby out of the car and into the baby bjorn (I need like 4 hands for that!) while yelling at George to remain in the car probably tipped the staff off that I "had my hands full." The receptionists gave me disapproving looks as I sat in the waiting room. Excuse me if I didn't treat my dog with any respect!

The doctor came in right away, full of excitement to see George. Of course George was more than thrilled to see him too. And naturally, I looked as if I couldn't care less about my canine....because thats the truth and I did a horrible job at holding back my feelings. (Is there such thing as post-partum depression for dog owners?)

He asked what symptoms George was experiencing. I responded with "He is scratching himself and driving me crazy. He is hyper and annoying and driving me crazy. He scratches himself 24-7, it wakes me up and its driving me crazy." Where was my filter?! I quickly realized I better just let him ask me specific questions, as I'd made it VERY clear that my fluffy white dog had gotten the best of me.

The verdict? Still allergies...another $100, shoot me.

As the doctor walked us out, he tried to make me feel better about neglecting my dog by explaining that I did indeed "have my hands full." He then smugly asked, "how is George doing with the new addition." I giggled at the thought that this appointment was about George's well-being, not mine. Seriously? I responded with "he isn't taking it very well. He insists on being by my side every second, even when I'm nursing...and yes, its driving me crazy."

The sweet vet assured me that its quite normal and that they even have a handout for that. He took me to the front and shuffled around some handouts until he found the one he was looking for: "Fido was First"

Thank you, Dr. Arnold. You totally made my day.

My Job

I love my new job. I'm certainly not complaining about my "real" job, the one that results in a paycheck, but being a mom is the best.

The satisfaction that comes from my new role could never measure up to any form of accomplishment in the professional world. I'm certain of that.

Going to school for 6 years and landing my dream job? Far better to endure 9 months of pregnancy, 20 hours of labor and a c-section to get a baby

Fundraising $10's of thousands of dollars? Far more exhilarating finding diapers a few dollars off!

Mingling with executives & Utah's finest? Far more entertaining to have "changing table talk" with my baby

Working 9-5, sleeping 11-7? Far more rewarding to work 24-7, sleeping for about 4 hrs total each night

Its somewhat of a miracle that motherhood can be so enticing, given the reality of it all...but I love it!

I told Hank I needed a few hours to myself tonight. One hour into it, I've managed to write in Kellen's journal, shop the sales at Janie & Jack, and write this post about how much I love him. So much for "me" time. I might as well just go relieve Hank of his duties...

Baby Kellen

If anyone actually reads this blog anymore, my apologies for the lack of posting. Between working, the baby, and trying to be a decent mom, I haven't found a minute of free time. (I purposely left out the role of a wife! I've neglected that one altogether...)

Last Sunday, Hank gave Kellen a name and a blessing....

Kellen was an absolute dream throughout the blessing. I prepared myself for the worst, ie. the baby who screams the entire time, quickly inviting the spirit out the front door. Much to my surprise, he didn't make a peep despite losing his binki to the dirty floor early on in the blessing!

I'm so grateful for my baby boy. I can't imagine life without him! Although, if I had to, it would probably include a lot more sleep and free time....but that's besides the point. I wouldn't change it for the world. He is the perfect little addition to our family; I am the luckiest girl in the world.