Baby Free Friday - Last One

This is my last Baby Free Friday - next year, I'm starting a new tradition. No, I'm not pregnant - we're not going back to "Fetus Friday". I'll write more about my new topic next Friday.

For this Baby Free Friday, I'm just going to give a couple updates - in my favorite form (bullet point).

• This blog initial started as a running blog - and I HAVE been running fairly consistently for the last few weeks (Christmas week excluded). I have one month until my first post-baby race - the Houston Half-Marathon.
• I'm working on a few goals for 2011; some include - running more and blogging more about running.
• Last night, some dipsey-doodle decided to set off fireworks at 11:45. Stupid-heads. I guess they were celebrating the Eve of NYE. I stayed awake till 2:40 thinking about Molly.
• In Molly news, we get to bring her home today. The vet said she seemed a lot better. We'll continue the steroids and then have her checked again next week.
• In SBO news, we have two new misfits starting on Monday. To say I'm not quite prepared for them would be generous way of saying it, but Buttin and the other misfits are pretty on-top of it.
  

Happy New Year's Eve! I'm looking forward to a wonderful 2011!

Dog In Hosptial

I took Molly to the vet this morning.

Poor girl couldn't even walk from the car to the front door of the vet office. She walked as far as she could and then just laid down in the parking lot.

They had to come out and carry her inside (I'm sure the vet technicians appreciate this picture of their butts).

The vet immediately determined that she was dehydrated (I knew this because I hadn't seen her drinking much water in the last couple of days), but that they needed to run some tests.

The diagnosis is Immune Mediated Hemolytic Anemia. Essentially, it means that her immune system is attacking her red blood cells.

The doctor is very hopeful that with some steroids Molly will be back to her normal self soon. She's spending the night in the animal hospital and hopefully we can bring her home tomorrow.

What's Worse Than Asparagus?

PUFFS - apparently.

Wordless Wednesday

Some People

Some people make me want to do more. They make me want to be a better person.

I bet you thought this was going to be a negative 'some people' post . . .don't worry, I have some of those too.

It's the end of the year and I can't help but think back (reflect, if you will). Have I done enough for others? Do I walk the walk or do I just talk a good game? Am I doing MY part to make this world the place I wish it could be for my son?

I joke a lot about our misfits. Our misfits can be real boneheads. BUT our misfits can also be some of the kindest, most generous people I know (and I know at least 5 non-misfit people).

Our misfits fight like brothers and sisters, but also defend each other from outsiders with the same intensity. The past week (Christmas week), one of our misfits did something very kind for another misfit. He did it without the desire or need to be recognized for his good deed. He just did it because a fellow misfit needed his help.

When I witness things like this, it makes me want to do more - makes me feel like I can (and should) do more for others. I think about some of my goals for 2011, and I want to do more for others.

OK, enough seriously cheesy stuff. Now for some silly pictures of Graby.

One of his most favorite places to play is in the refrigerator door. I was sitting next to him eating leftover monkey bread from Christmas morning and he looked interested in it so I gave him a piece. I don't think he really liked it.


However, that was nothing when compared to the face I got when I gave him a stalk of asparagus. Yuck - apparently.

This & That

A few updates, in bullet point form:

• File this under, "Not a shocker" - Cartman has worms. He apparently has fleas too! Goodie. Buttin took him to the vet today to get a de-worming pill and his yearly check-up. He's in good shape considering he's about 14 or so years old, extremely grumpy and a Chihuahua.
• In other disgusting pet news, one of them (either Cartman or Scratch) decided to vomit on our bed this morning, in two places. It's like a little post-Christmas present.
  
• I'm a little worried about Mo-bear. The past two days she hasn't walked up to the back porch (that I've seen). I even put out BIG chunks of meat and yummy (to a dog) stuff, but she won't come to the door. She's just laying down in the back corner of our yard. I took some food out to her today and she ate it, but them promptly moved to the other corner of the yard - like I was bothering her. She goes through phases where she wants to be right next to me and others where she wants to be alone. I need to make a vet appointment for her this week too.
• Little Cub doesn't have school this week, so he came to work with us this morning. We put him to work trying to fix the two computers I've killed. Apparently, you fix computers with Tootsie Roll Pops.

Presents!

I could spend about twenty blog posts detailing all of Cub's first Christmas gifts, but that might be a little boring.

We are taking the advice of a friend and putting away about 75% of Cub's new toys and bring one out every few weeks. If we do this, Cub is pretty much set for toys until college - provided he's OK playing with a tricycle in junior high.

One of the presents that I was most looking forward to Cub receiving was a little table and chairs set. He eats at a table at school and I was hopeful a little table would bring some consistency to eating at home (although we used to consistently feed Cub outside).

So far, he loves it even though his little feet don't even touch the ground.