Padre

My baby, and yes they're all my babies, left me for Mother's Day weekend.  She went on her high school choir trip to South Padre/Corpus Christi.  Since it was over $400 for her to go, I could not join.  Even though parents were a bit less.  I cried all the way home after leaving her at the school to get on the bus.  She occasionally sent texts, but I had to follow along on Facebook for the details from the parents and other students.  Let's just say that when we picked her up late Mother's Day night I might have squeezed her a bit hard.  The fact that she had the worst sunburn of hopefully her whole life, made her not enjoy that hug.  Oh well, maybe a lesson has been learned. 

When we got home she unpacked everything in the living room to find my gift.  I was so excited to have her home and to be getting a present that I overlooked the Pringles explosion.  But I did invite Jackie 'O' over to Hoover up the mess as soon as possible. 

Soon after she begged to go to bed and I of course said yes.

But two days later the novelty had worn off.  It was time to clean this up!

And even though the 3 tubes of Pringles had been put in the pantry two days before there was another explosion.  So big the dog couldn't handle it all. 

I was afraid to look.  

Think she missed us??

We just drove in from our 12 hours of driving and 50 hours of visiting with family over Fall Break. After spending those 50 hours in a house with 2 cats (one that meowed for half of it), we were very happy to see our little Jackie 'O'.

As the girls were getting in bed they noticed that all their stuffed animals were missing.

Kennedy knew just where to look.15!! 15 stuffed animals! I don't know how she fit in the bed with all of them! She must have been lonely while Shawn was at work. Poor thing. She is now cuddled in upstairs with one of the girls. And all 15 animals have been returned to their owners.

Until the next time we go out of town...

Let's pause for a commercial break

Life has gotten in the way of my vacation re-cap. But come one, who needed a break from the tedious day by day journey of my vacation blogs?

If you really feel that way...don't tell me. I couldn't handle it.

But after reading this post on a blog that I follow, I had to share.

Now That's Nifty

Gave me some ideas on what to do when Jackie 'O' goes to the groomer on Tuesday.

Which one should we do? Growing up with a pet peacock, I'm leaning more towards one of those:c)

I'm Confused...

Many of you who know me in real life know the title is completely right. Sadly, I know you know. You know?

Moving on...

Our sweet little Jackie 'O' turned 4 yesterday.The girls did not want it to pass without a mini celebration. That found McKinley and me at Target Sunday night perusing the pet aisles.

I hate Target, always have, and I was not disappointed. They fail me every time.

We did, after great searching and countless price checks, find two cute gifts. A squeaky teddy bear toy, and gourmet dog biscuits.

But while looking I was drawn to these.Do these remind anyone else of something? I couldn't figure it out for a while...but then it hit me.Clicked yet for you?How about now?Yep. Teethers.I guess babies are babies. Furry or not.

But I still think it's wrong. Anyone with me?

Jackie 'O'

Our MaltiPoo didn't know what to do with all the love and attention she received during the slumber party. Her feet barely touched the ground because she was carried everywhere.

She did however manage to run away a few times when a dress up outfit was being put on her little furry body. While 'The Great Sticker Attack of '08' was going on I found Jackie 'O' crashed under the coffee table. She was so tired that I was able to do anything with her. She let me roll her around and pose her however I wanted.

She kept dozing off but that didn't stop me.Isn't she cute?