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This year has been a whirlwind of change, the least of which is not the leaps and bounds my child is growing in.  I wanted to write a few memories down, just so I won’t forget them.

  • A few nights ago we sang our bathtime song, which goes “Bath time, here we go! / Bath times a good time, you know! / Bath time, everybody LOVES bath time it’s bath time, you know!” and repeats ad infinitum.  We sang it before bath time like we do almost every night.  After bath, we were downstairs snuggling and playing and I told Justin that we needed to put Benjamin to bed, soon, so we could take a shower.  Benjamin proceeded to look at me and say, “No Mommy, I need shower too, it’s shower time. Shower time, here we go! Shower times a good time you know!”  Sorry, Benjamin, but it didn’t get you out of bedtime.
  • I made whoopie pies for coworkers and as the cakes were cooling I gave Benjamin one.  He enjoyed it a lot – “Yum, delicioso!” After a few minutes, he started whining, and I asked him what was wrong. His response? “I don’t have a cookie in my mouth!!”
  • Did Benjamin get another cookie? Yes, yes he did!
  • I feel bad sometimes, because I work so much and everyone else gets to be home with Benjamin more than I do.  To combat that, I try to take Benjamin with me to social events that would drive me husband crazy.  So the other day we went to a concert in a local park where they were playing 80s music.  Benjamin and I danced and danced and danced. We had SO much fun!
  • During the concert, Benjamin got antsy and wanted to get away from the loud music, so we took a walk. I followed him all the way to the edge of the park, where we played around. At the end of the walk I told him it was time to head back, and we could be like Dora and go “through the woods, across the field, to the concert!” So we did that, and midway through I made the mistake of saying “We need to keep an eye out for Swiper! That tricky fox is always trying to get out stuff!”  So… we get ALMOST to the concert, and he turns to a random stranger and starts holding out his arm yelling, “SWIPER NO SWIPING! SWIPER NO SWIPING! SWIPER NO SWIPING!!”  I was so embarrassed. Apologized. Moved on. Poor lady was freaked out…
  • Last night Benjamin was cranky and overtired.  It was a rough hour before bedtime, but we survived, and I was snuggling with him in our rocking chair before bed. I asked him if he wanted to pray, or sing, and he wanted to pray so we did. I said, after our initial prayers, “Benjamin, who do you want to bless?” He said Frankie (our dog). So we prayed, “Dear God, please bless Frankie.” Then I asked him, “who else do you want to bless?” He thinks for a minute. Lucky, he says, the other dog. “Dear God, please bless Lucky.”  I ask him who else. He says, in the cutest voice, “Me.” Oh, Benjamin, you want God to bless you? “Yes,” he says to me, and my heart swells and gets all sentimental, and we pray a blessing over him too.  I thought how brave of him, to be willing to ask God, but then I realized he doesn’t know any better. He is at the age where he can boldly go to the throne without baggage. What a lesson for me!

 

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We got a new dog! 

He was abandoned at a local business, and after our amazing Animal Control Officers rescued it I got to take a peek at him when he was impounded.  I immediately fell in love with the little 6 week old puppy, his big blue eyes, his soft fur, his spotted nose and ears… I don’t normally melt over dogs, but I totally fell hard for this one.  I called Justin and asked begged him to let me keep it.  I think he was surprised I was asking such a question!  I hadn’t really wanted another dog, but I hadn’t known about this pooch.  Justin, my mother-in-law and Benjamin all came to visit me at work and meet the puppy.  Benjamin and the puppy chased each other around, Benjamin sat down and the puppy crawled into his lap and licked him.  Benjamin laughed.  My heart melted.

So, to make a long cute story a little shorter (there were lots of puppy kisses from the puppy, and puppy eyes pointed at my husband from me), Justin said yes to a new dog!  So the little blue-eyed puppy has a new home.  I told Justin no one was allowed to name him until I got home, but that I kind of liked the name Frank in honor of Ol’ Blue Eyes (whose music I happen to love).  As soon as the puppy got home and introduced to my Father-in-law he said “So are we going to call him Frank?”

That pretty much decided it.  We named him Frank Sinatra (Frankie for short) in honor of his beautiful blue eyes.

Everyone in the family likes him except Lucky (my other dog).  But, Lucky has been an only dog for his whole life (7+ years) so I figure it will take some getting used to.  He did OK when we dog-watched for my cousin a few months ago, so I have high hopes as to his adaptability. 

I forgot how annoying puppies could be though… especially at 3am when they wake up wanting to play and then whine when you put them on the ground.  Oooof.  Whining dogs drive me craaazzy.  Having a puppy really makes me appreciate how great of a dog Lucky is.  He never whines, rarely barks, and really just wants to be loved.  I’m hoping that with a little training and a lot of love that our newest addition will grow to be a great dog too!

Anyways, without further ado, meet Frankie: