Friday, March 18, 2011


August 8,1995- March 18, 2011
Well...we finally got the courage to let Cricket go. It was so very hard to do. The kids don't know yet...they just haven't noticed that she isn't on her chair. I am avoiding that conversation.

Cricket wasn't sick like other dogs who have to be "put down" which made this decision a little more tough.  She was still eating and would use the bathroom outside when we put her out there.  These were always the signs that let you know your animal was alright.  But she couldn't see, hear or smell.  She couldn't find her way around the house or outside.  We kept her in the chair most of the day so she wouldn't wander the house.  But if we weren't around to get her down when she needed she would fall as she tried to get down.  Last night we came home to find her wandering the house which meant she fell off the chair again.  After cleaning up her messes I found her in the middle of the sunroom floor.  She was trying to go somewhere and just got too tired to keep going I guess.  Richard and I just looked at each other and knew today would be the day.

I started crying when i made the appointment.  I cried when we walked into the vet.  I cried when the Dr. walked into the room.  I cried when they gave her the sedative(just to relax her before the final shot).  Then she calmed down and went to sleep.  It was nice to hold her like this.  She hasn't wanted to be held or cuddled for SO long.  About 5 minutes later the Dr. came back in and administered the shot that would stop her heart.  I didn't cry much anymore.  I felt peace.  I think I am a little numb right now and i know it will be hard again when we try to explain it to Fia and Nate...but until then I think i will enjoy the lull and take a nap:)

Cricket was our first baby.  She was loved by so many....she was never the stereotypical small dog.  She wasn't nippy, didn't bite and put up with A LOT of attention from little kids, a cat and a few puppies we brought into our lives.  Oh... and she was the BEST bed warmer.  She had this ferocious growl when she would play tug-of-war that made everyone pause.  I think that was one of Granny's favorite traits of hers.  She was the best traveling companion and loved to hear the words "want to go for a ride?".  When we would travel to Alabama she  would curl up on my chest.  It was a balancing act but not a dangerous one.  I had taught her how to turn on the blinker and wipers so actually she was a big help.  She never mastered shifting gears though.  :)

Obviously death is never easy and the pain is unique but it was for the best.  It is amazing the bond that forms between and animal and their human companions.   Cricket will be deeply missed by so many.
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Dear Nate

Dear Nate,
Why did you have to grow up? Why didn't you listen to me when you were 3....i specifically told you to stop growing up!!
You know how my belly hurts when i see your the small blister on your collar bone that was caused by the hot popcorn kernal that flew out of the popper when you thought it would be funny to lift the lid?? And you know how you like to show me your boo-boo's to make me wince...which makes us both laugh?

It is so very hard to look at these pictures. It makes my belly hurt. Why do you enjoy hurting your mother like this?
What? You don't know how to stop doing it? It is fun to make me furrow my brow in pain? Well...i know how you can stop. Quit growing up please. Then I won't have to find pictures like these in my closet, frown and grab my belly because it is hurkin'.

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Monday, March 14, 2011

summer breeze....

Last night I was looking through our pictures and came across these. It hurts to look at these. So i decided I should blog about the hurt.

Sophia got this $20 Barbie tricycle when she was potty-trained...or maybe it was when she gave up her pacifer...but anyway she was 3 when we bought this for her. She LOVED this trike. LOVED it. She rode it until the wheels cracked. She cried when I threw it away.

When we built our house in 2002 we were able to hand-pick our lot. We purposefully chose this lot for the cul-de-sac. It is the perfect place to ride bikes, play ball, etc. We spent many days out riding our bikes and enjoying the weather.
Sophia loved to feel the wind in her face -as you can see in the sequence of the pictures. See the determination on her face in the first one....she is trying so hard to get enough speed. In the 2nd shot she is letting up on the speed and tilting her head back.....
Ahhhhh.....eyes closed...basking in the cool breeze. If you look closely you can see her squishy forehead. I loved kissing that forehead. Now it isn't so squishy:(.

She still loves feeling the wind in her face. When we pull into our neighborhood she will stick her head out the window. So next time you see us coming down Sweetwater Court look for Sophia's head out one window and Obie's out the other!
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Sunday, March 6, 2011


recently we were struggling with Nate to fix his hair daily...when he wakes up it looks like a rat's nest. he has no problem with it looking like this and his argument was it was his hair and he should be able to look like he wants. well...son...not when it looks like that! he can cut it if he wants. once he found out that his best friend Jacob isn't allowed to wear his hair messy he stopped fighting me. here is a recent conversation we had while I was applying some curl creme...

Nate: "Mom. You know why I dont' like my hair?"
Me: "Why?"
Nate: "Because it rhymes with 'girls' "
Me: "What? it does?"
Nate: "Girls-Curls"
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sophia walked into the bathroom while i was getting out of the shower recently.  this prompted the following discussion.  her school offers a puberty class to 4th and 5th graders every year.
Sophia: " i have to go to the puberty class this year?"
Me: "Why? you dont' want to go? Is it embarassing?"
Sophia: " is disturbing."
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