Fancy

One of Dan/Daddy's duties as a Chaplain is performing weddings.  He had one recently in Nashville, so the boy and I went along.

We are not known for turning down yummy food, dancing, and a chance to hit Music City.

As much as they fuss and complain, I do enjoy seeing my guys all dressed up.  "Fancy," as the boy likes to call it. 
This was the boy's first time "officially" wearing a tie...
Unless a Harry Potter Gryffindor tie at Halloween counts as wearing a tie.
It was also his first time to dance with his mom... 
Unless me beating him at Just Dance on the Wii counts as dancing with your mom.

We are definitely "casual" folks, but a little bit of "fancy" never hurts.

Be Ready For Anything

The boy and I went to the pool with some pals this week.
He was swimming; I was chatting.
When I looked up, he was dragging himself out onto the side.  Pulling and hauling his whole body out of the water with only his arms and upper body strength.
So I asked him what he was doing.

"I am practicing pulling myself onto shore in case a Great White bites off my legs.
I want to make sure I can get out of the water with no legs."

The boy has this theory that every time we go on vacation, something happens to him.  He is partly correct... he had a string of incidents and trips to the ER for a few summers in a row.  I think he thinks he's cursed.

He is definitely a "planner."  He likes to know what is going to happen and he likes to be prepared.  It makes him feel like he has some control.  I can't fault him for that.... I know exactly how he feels.  And I think I know where he gets it from.

So now he's training for an attack by a Great White.

I told him if  a Great White eats my legs off, I will just throw the rest of myself to the shark.
I also told him he was smart to train, but a little bit paranoid.  It takes one to know one.
I told him I was impressed with his upper body strength.  I wouldn't be able to haul myself out of the water like that... legs or no legs.
And then I told him we may skip Shark Week this year.

Does The Cone Come In My Size?

School has been out for almost 3 weeks, and we have turned into complete bums.
I am ashamed the poor old blog has been so neglected.
We've been catching up with Dan/Daddy - who was gone for work.
We have been spending lots of time with some old friends who came into town for a few weeks.
We have made S'mores and homemade ice cream.
We have slept past 5:55 am every single morning.
We have seen The Avengers twice.  I am not ashamed to say Thor and Iron Man are easy on the eyes.

But I would be a bad blogger if I failed to tell you all the story of the cone.

It all started innocently enough... it always does.  Rosie the Dog went to the vet to be spayed. 
I brought her home with:

1. an antibiotic for a skin rash,

2. a pain medication she would later have a reaction to,

3. a very large vet bill,

4. and a cone.

Somebody remind me again why I have a dog?

She should have "bounced back" to her normal self within a day or two, but she didn't.  We ended up taking her back to the vet... who determined she was not tolerating the pain medicine.  The vet stopped the pain medicine, and Rosie perked right up.
For the rash, I had to shove 2 huge pills down her throat twice a day.
The vet also recommended Benadryl. 

After 2 weeks of taking care of the cone-headed dog, I considered asking the vet if I could finish off the pain meds.  And wash it all down with Benadryl.

The cone was to keep her from scratching her rash or picking at her stitches.  It turned into a weapon.  I have scars and scabs on my shins that may never heal.

On the day she had her stitches removed, the vet tech asked if we wanted to keep the cone.  It was shredded in 2 places, and the hooks that attach it to the collar were gone.

I politely told the vet tech she could throw it away.

Since the cone came off, we've been back at the vet for another rash and a problem with her incision scar.
Somebody remind me again why I have a dog?


One of my friends sent me a great picture... I've seen it on Pinterest, but I wish I could take credit for it myself. 

I am praying we can all remain cone-free for the rest of the summer.