I'm trying to figure out just what this pregnancy can be used as an excuse for. I'm already blaming the hormones for just about everything, from feeling lazy to griping at the dog (among others). I think I can probably explain away my absence from the blog for the past few days as being too tired as well. You'd never know the difference anyway, right?
While I have been extraordinarily tired, that's only part of the story. As Paul Harvey would say, here's the rest of the story...
Matt has been sent to another training, in Chicago this time, which is to be quickly followed by a trip to help out a customer in Florida. Neither of us liked the idea of my staying at home with Patrick and Angie for nearly the full week alone, so we managed to work things to get Matt's flights out of Dallas. (In reality, it saved the company money, so it wasn't too hard to convince them of our plan.) That means I'm spending the week at my parents' again as Matt flies in and out of here a few times this week.
As always, life gets a little more interesting here, and I just haven't gotten around to blogging.
Okay, the inevitable adorable stories so far this week:
1. Mom had found some little puppy toys that she hoped Angie might like, since it was her first time here after all. One in particular has quite a hearty squeaker on it that scared Angie at first. Patrick found the toy right away, though, and loved it from the start. He would squeak the toy, laugh, and then imitate the squeak, quite well I might add. Finally Angie got jealous of Patrick playing with her toy and took it from him. Ever since, she has been obsessed with the toy and Patrick couldn't care less.
2. The other dogs in the neighborhood scare Angie. We have a hard time getting her to go to the bathroom outside at all because she hears other dogs barking, even all the way down the street, and just wants to go back inside. It makes for a messy week. We really don't understand this at all. Angie was born into a house with many other dogs, all bigger than her, with some much bigger. If she wasn't scared of her Doberman uncle and pit bull aunt, then why is she scared of the relatively wimpy dogs in the neighborhood?
3. Yesterday while I was napping in the evening, Mom was watchng Patrick (thank you, thank you, thank you). He was starting to get sleepy, which means he was getting to be a real handful. To try to distract him from all the things he wasn't supposed to get into, she pulled out some books to read with him. He actually sat on her lap, leaning up against her, and let her read to him. When they'd finished reading those books, he continued to just cuddle with her for quite a while. For the record, a good cuddle with Patrick these days lasts about ten seconds, if you're lucky. Mom said this cuddle lasted a good fifteen minutes probably. I think I like what Dallas is doing to my baby.
While I have been extraordinarily tired, that's only part of the story. As Paul Harvey would say, here's the rest of the story...
Matt has been sent to another training, in Chicago this time, which is to be quickly followed by a trip to help out a customer in Florida. Neither of us liked the idea of my staying at home with Patrick and Angie for nearly the full week alone, so we managed to work things to get Matt's flights out of Dallas. (In reality, it saved the company money, so it wasn't too hard to convince them of our plan.) That means I'm spending the week at my parents' again as Matt flies in and out of here a few times this week.
As always, life gets a little more interesting here, and I just haven't gotten around to blogging.
Okay, the inevitable adorable stories so far this week:
1. Mom had found some little puppy toys that she hoped Angie might like, since it was her first time here after all. One in particular has quite a hearty squeaker on it that scared Angie at first. Patrick found the toy right away, though, and loved it from the start. He would squeak the toy, laugh, and then imitate the squeak, quite well I might add. Finally Angie got jealous of Patrick playing with her toy and took it from him. Ever since, she has been obsessed with the toy and Patrick couldn't care less.
2. The other dogs in the neighborhood scare Angie. We have a hard time getting her to go to the bathroom outside at all because she hears other dogs barking, even all the way down the street, and just wants to go back inside. It makes for a messy week. We really don't understand this at all. Angie was born into a house with many other dogs, all bigger than her, with some much bigger. If she wasn't scared of her Doberman uncle and pit bull aunt, then why is she scared of the relatively wimpy dogs in the neighborhood?
3. Yesterday while I was napping in the evening, Mom was watchng Patrick (thank you, thank you, thank you). He was starting to get sleepy, which means he was getting to be a real handful. To try to distract him from all the things he wasn't supposed to get into, she pulled out some books to read with him. He actually sat on her lap, leaning up against her, and let her read to him. When they'd finished reading those books, he continued to just cuddle with her for quite a while. For the record, a good cuddle with Patrick these days lasts about ten seconds, if you're lucky. Mom said this cuddle lasted a good fifteen minutes probably. I think I like what Dallas is doing to my baby.
Labels: Angie, Fun Stories, Sweet Stories
2 Comments:
I was really glad to hear from you. I was pretty sure this was the week Matt went to the "Windy City". Glad you are with your folks this week. We know about the squeaky toys. Tootsie nearly drives us nuts sometime. Love to the 4 of you. Hope Matts trip goes well.
A little late, but congrats nonetheless!
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