Time to get Funny

As if I don't have enough to do, I've launched another blog - yes, for those of you counting, this makes three.  I've long been on the prowl for good, clean fun.  Rated G comedians are tough to find and when I find one I wanna hold on for dear life.  Anything that makes me belly laugh in the midst of my crazy days is worth its weight in internet gold.  So I've decided when I do find something that makes me laugh, I'll just throw it onto my new blog where good clean fun is one stop shopping.  I've added the Good Clean Snort to my blog list to the left so you can visit anytime.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.  Look around, watch some videos, read some jokes and have a good laugh on me.

The Turning of the Tide

Miriam celebrated her 14th birthday today. We are, as a household, rapidly moving toward teenagerdom. 2010 will be our big year with 4 of them turning 13 between January and November. There's definitely a shifting of things, a multi-layered dynamic, a maturing and growing happening here. I must say that I find it an interesting place to be - alternating between nursing, potty training, teaching phonics, travel soccer games and dropping kids off at "work". Conversations now range from uni-syllabic utterances to potty humor to the causes and idiosyncrasies of the 30 Years War - sometimes within moments. I am caught in a time warp where I can experience a myriad of ages and periods of development minute by minute. I think it's making me a better mom - certainly one with a lot more perspective on things. At any rate, this post is about Miriam - and wishing her a happy birthday. My little Girly is looking so young lady-ish and is sporting the attitude to match. Here's to the 9 years we've shared with her so far and many, many more to come! Happy Happy Birthday Girly!!

Rest in Peace, Pooka

Pooka slowly slipped away in the garage this afternoon while life went on in the house. She's been ailing for many months now - having daily accidents in the house, vomiting up any people food she was able to get ahold of and, most recently, requiring her dog food be fed to her by hand by Tad each evening. It was time.

We figure she was about 15 years old, maybe older. We adopted her right after we moved to Eldersburg a couple of years after we were married. She had previously been adopted by a family who had adopted sisters from Guatemala. One of the girls was acting out her adoption angst on the dog and thus she needed a new home. We should have seen the writing on the wall...that was to be the first of our adoptions. Actually, Alex had come to us a few years prior having been abandoned along with his siblings on a farm property close to Bucknell. Send us your abandoned, your abused, your cute and your cuddly.

When she came to us her name was Becky - which she shared with Tad's sister. Unable to call his dog by his sister's nomenclature, he dubbed her Pooka - a nickname she then shared with her "Aunt Becky". She was always a high maintenance animal. Her energy level and attention span dubbed her our ADHD dog. While Alex was content to roam the yard within the confines of our electric fence, Pooka learned to race at it with all her speed and grit her teeth while jumping through the electric charge. While Alex spent his days laying in "his" spot at the top of the stairs, Pooka roamed the house looking for trouble. Even up until a few days ago she managed to reach a plate full of food sitting on the 4 foot tall counter standing on her supposedly crippled, arthritic hips. The day Alex died, Pooka layed down in "his" spot at the top of the stairs and declared herself Queen of Everything. She ate every companion we brought home to try to fill Alex's empty spot in the family.

As soon as the first baby got to be about 6 months old Pooka learned that she now had a new best friend. From that point on, she could generally be found sitting next to the high chair waiting for the inevitable scraps to fall. As one baby turned into another, she grew bolder and decided that high chairs were intentionally designed to have the tray at her nose level - a fact she then turned to her frequent advantage, so much so that the question always begged to be asked whether the baby had eaten, not if the baby had been fed.

She didn't just eat baby food and rival dogs, though. Over the years she ate one garage door and then was working her way through its steel replacement. She ate two separate crates - one plastic, one metal. She devoured carpeting, at least two bedroom doors and a bathroom door. She once ate a remote control for the television. We tried channel surfing by squeezing her sides to no avail. All of which makes her recent inability to even pick at her own dog food a sad irony.

When our house caught on fire, she was tied to a rope in the back yard and had managed to tangle her rope around the base of the trampoline. At the point of the very loud thunder clap she was scared and stuck. A neighbor came and cut her off of the rope but she was never the same after that. She grew timid, terrified of all loud noises and even more dog aggressive. She slowed down, stayed close to us and stopped trying to run so fast and furiously. She was almost...well, calm.

And so she spent the past few years living a near normal existence. We long ago grieved the loss of Pook's real personality. Now we grieve the loss of what was left of her spunk and fire. Rest in peace, Pooka. You lived fast and furiously and ate well.

Friday Photos

Here's a few comparison photos this week to show what a difference a couple of years can make!

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NOW:THEN (the HAIR!):

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Friday Photo

Adora and Nehemiah have been with us for three years now! Here's Adora with the twins when they were just wee little tykes.

I'm working my way back to you, Babe...

So sorry for the long hiatus on meaningful blog posts. I owe a particular apology to Grammy in Ohio who counts on my ramblings in order to keep up with the long distance grandparenting thing. So, Grammy, I very am sorry. (Now if we could just get Grammy to get with Facebook she might not feel so out of the loop....). I have finally managed to (almost) recover from childbirth, get the baby to sleep 5-6 hours at a time at night, switched over all the Summer clothes to Winter clothes (felt so good to slide those bins back into the attic today!) and finished up our Jesse tree project - 104 ornaments went in the mail yesterday! Now it's back to blogging and homeschooling I go! In the meantime, here's a few photos of the kids to tide you over...