Bob Barker the beagle is being evicted from Casa de Malshag, and he’s taking his girlfriend Cuppycakes with him. Though they haven’t worn out their welcome, six dogs and two cats are more than two parents and an eight month old can handle.
Both found on the side of the road, we took them on, “but we’re finding them homes right away”. Between nuptials, childbirth, and house renovations those homes were never found.
Sadly, the beginnings of a home hunt for the pups coincides with the declining health of the two cats, Church and Fatty. The frequent urination and overwhelming weight loss have us wondering how much longer these two eighteen year olds have.
They will all be missed, and Casa de Malshag will be a little less rambunctious.
L forgot his password. However will he read all your Tweets?
Little did we know our 8 month old would develop only two modes: sleeping, and 11,000 RPM. My evenings after work are spent watching L throw himself all over the couch cushions, emitting high pitched squeals, cackles and giggles. He gets into everything, speedcrawling from one naughty destination to the next. Nothing at all is safe.
Last night we deposited him over by our second couch, and faster than E could tell me to pass the corn, he was at her plate grabbing the end of her cooked steak with both hands.
On attempts at banishment to either his ExerSaucer or his Jumperoo, he’s learned to immediately kick his legs in opposite and random directions to avoid any possibility of being deposited into the seat.
When all else fails, he starts violently shaking his head, “no”.
I had a small epiphany last night while watching him fixate on his pirate ship, turning the steering wheel to eject the plank that all enemy pirates walk at the end of their lives.
Naughty dogs who chew couches and such, should have their activity level increased to stimulate them and wear them out, so they don’t chew couches and such. They need to be walked, run, or played with.
Naughty babies whose minds are constantly churning with new and inventive ways to unwittingly create minor disasters, need their daddy-after-work activity time increased to keep them interacting and stimulated. This satisfies the futzing cells in their brain, and reduces the naughty activity.
Yes, I did actually just compare our son to a dog, and yes, I bet my wife knew this before he was even born. This is probably why she plays with him day in and day out, to exercise his mind and reduce the likelihood of him creating a worldwide crime syndicate consisting of everyone in his crib from Freddy the blanket-bottomed frog to Ralphy the pacifier-headed monkey.
The Munchkin is now too big and manly to ride around the store in his car seat, he wants to ride up front. He also won’t leave his shoes alone, apparently properly Velcroed shoes are for wussies.
L’s milestones come in the most fascinating way. There is no gradual progress, no attempts and failures, just a sudden accomplishment. One day he’s sitting, the next day he’s suddenly standing up and walking down the length of the couch, holding onto the cushions.
His latest discovery is that he can eat those super-dissolving baby Cheerios by himself, off the tray of his high chair. A lot more made it to his mouth than made it to the floor, which in my book is great success.
He cut his first two teeth last week. He was quite ornery about a month ago while they were coming in, and had the accompanying diarrhea and slight fever that the doctors won’t admit accompanies teething. We tried a few different remedies to ease the pain a bit, Orajel seemed to work the best, if only temporarily. He settled down over the last few weeks, and at one point when E felt his gums, two bottom teeth had poked through.
A few weeks ago he started doing the thing where he slaps his hands up and down (mainly on the high chair when he wants food). His developing personality is fun to watch, he’s extremely vocal and chirps and squeals while he’s hauling ass around the room (undoubtedly over to something he shouldn’t be touching).
Though he only just turned seven months, it feels like he’s been in our lives for a lifetime. I couldn’t picture him not being around.
E: “Why did you throw out the English Muffins?”
B: “Moldy =(”
E: “That’s not mold, they’re cinnamon raisin.”
We are officially domesticated. Last week, we traded in the sporty two door VW GTI for an economical and sensible VW Passat shaggin wagon. We had been wanting something it would be easy to get L in and out of, while still having enough space for the front seat passenger to have actual legroom in front of the carseat.
We are completely in love with it, we got a great deal and it’s still under warranty until 2011. It has 18,000 miles on it, and has the 2 liter turbo engine found in the GTI.
Last month, we made the decision that the Jeep, with 135,000 miles on it, needed to be sold as well. We did a Craigslist cash sale, and leased a 2009 VW Jetta. It has free maintenance for the first 36,000 miles. Between that and the manufacturer’s warranty, I shouldn’t have to spend any time under these cars fixing them.
The rough part is going up to two car payments again, but we made it work before and can make it work again. The piece of mind that accompanies getting rid of two money pits is worth its weight in an extra monthly payment.
