Kisses

There's just nothing sweeter than when this little boy grabs my face and gives me a big slobbery kiss. I don't even mind that I have to blow my nose afterwards :)

George Goes to the Doctor, Take 5

This damn dog is determined to wipe out our savings account. Every time I open my mouth to complain about how much he has cost us, I can hear my dad saying, "Ya know, dogs can be pretty expensive....and they're with you for a very long time....are you sure you want to do this?"

After mauling his own face again, I mustered up the courage and determination to take George back to Dr. Arnold. He has been wearing a cone for a few weeks to minimize the issue, but the second we removed it he appeared with a blood covered face. Yuck. Somehow Hank manages to conveniently be in a different city every time George needs medical attention.

The second Kellen and I got home from work, we plucked George into the car and headed to All About Pets, again. Of course, George insisted on sitting on my lap as I drove...a difficult enough task normally, add a cone to the equation and I almost threw him out my sunroof.

The sweet doctor was waiting for us when we got there. We ran through George's symptoms for the millionth time: scratching, bloody, annoying. The vet tried to get a good look at his face but due to his hyperactivity, asked if it would be okay to take him to the back. I responded with a, "Yes, do whatever you need to do to him. Tranquilize. I don't care."

The doctor came back without George. He started talking really slow about George's symptoms. I honestly thought for a second he was going to TAKE HIM AWAY FROM US. After all, he does look like neglected dog. After a few awkward minutes of describing his symptoms (green oozing eyes, scab face, hyperactivity), he realized how awkward it was that he came back into the room without my dog and quickly said, "oh! my assistant is just holding George in the back." He left the room, probably to see if his assistant was able to pull up any criminal history on us. Uhhhh....

I tried to entertain Kellen with the pictures of cats on the walls but just looking at them made my allergies flare. Amongst the pictures of felines was a chart indicating how quickly a car can jump up to 120+ degrees. Yes....thanks to Sandy City, I'm well aware of this. So...guess I won't be "running" into Cafe Rio to grab dinner after this....

The doctor came back with a few medicines to give George. As he described how to administer them, he made little jab at my shock of 4 meds each day saying, "this can be hard to do when you've got a lot going on." Looks like he clearly remembers our last visit where I revealed George is my last priority at the moment.

Grand total for the day: $113.00

This slow wiping away of our meager savings account is not helping me love him more.

As we all got out of the car and headed back into the house, I heard something scraping along the sidewalk. I looked back to see George's leg tangled in the leash cord, dragging along the plastic retractable handle all the way from the street into the house. Between cone head, leash raveled George, Kellen screaming, and me dropping my keys and pacifier, we were a sight to behold.

Here's my Father's Day shout out: Dad, you're always right.

Kellen's Cackle

He's Still Got it!

I often look back with amazement of the certainty by which I knew I wanted to marry Hank. We didn't date for that long, so I encountered the question, "are you sure?" from a few people. I knew I was sure, just didn't know exactly why...although I didn't really care why. I was sick of over analyzing things in my life.

After 3 years of marriage, I know why: he makes me laugh. Hard.

I saw him at Institute after moving back home from BYU. I met him years back in my High School Physics class and vaguely remembered him. I specifically remember him showing me that all the weird bones he had broken on his body. Romantic? No. Memorable? Yes. I remember him waltzing into class on his own schedule and leaving when he felt his presence was no longer needed. Certainly a different breed :)

I'll never forget the day he asked me on a date. I gave him approximately 3 excuses why that wouldn't work for me, to which he told me those were stupid. He was right, they were, but I didn't particularly feel like putting myself out there. Luckily, he made that pretty easy by telling me when we'd be going on dates. I liked that; I hate decisions.

We celebrated our 3rd anniversary on Tuesday. I can't believe its been so long!

I noticed the other day he started saying, "I've still got it!" After ignoring it the first 10 times, I finally asked what the heck he was talking about! He giggled, as he had been waiting for me to acknowledge his clever new phrase, and explained that he still has the magic touch to make me laugh. Its true. He's hilarious and knows exactly what will get me.

I'm so thankful for his positive influence in our family and his ability to bring laughter to every situation. As it turns out, life is hard enough and its nice to have someone to laugh with/at!

Big Changes

I've been hiding a secret for a few weeks now and I've got to get it off my chest.

I got bangs.

Not Kelly Kapowski bangs. The kind that are mid-eye length. They're obnoxious, but I think I like them. Mostly because of the following:

- They make Kellen giggle. I can turn my head, swooshing them back and forth and guarantee a cackle. He could be laughing because he thinks they look stupid, but who cares?!

- Hank gave me a new nickname: Busy Bangs. Seeing as how I don't sit down and relax, he follows me around the house wondering what busy bangs is doing. Interestingly enough, however, rarely ever offers to help.

- Every morning as I try to style them, I'm taken back to the 1980's when I insisted on curling and fluffing my own bangs. I get a good chuckle when I remember how far back my bangs started, seriously in the middle of my head. I'm certain I could sue my hairstylist Jackie for irreparable emotional damage....but then she'd probably have a case that I was the one who willingly curled, teased, and sprayed the hell out of my poof. We were both guilty of serious crimes.

- I half expect to have the opportunity to explain to a police officer that "I hit that car because I couldn't see, my bangs were in the way!"

- People stare at me and know something is different. Once they ask, Hank or I proudly exclaim, "She/I got BANGS!"

Bang is the funniest word ever. We get a kick out of it, so expect us to laugh like children using a bad word when we say it.

Big Brotherish

Today is our anniversary. We've been married 3 years. More on that subject later...

In a last minute effort to be a good wife, I ran by the mall to get Hank a present....only I ended up buying myself clothes instead. I'm sure he will appreciate the small change in my wardrobe, right? Anyway, I sat in the dressing room staring at my body in disbelief. Sure, I have a squawking 5.5 month old next to me to show for it, but really? I vowed to be back to normal much sooner than this! I look like a manatee!

I just got home and opened up my email to see an new message from Baby Center entitled, "Why you may still look pregnant." Are they stalking me?!?! Creepy...