boom goes the dynamite...again and again and again

So it's been kind of a crappy week. It's cold. Actually, it's not just cold, it's flipping FREEZING!

Sunday was the football fiasco.

Monday morning Phil spotted a little blood in Piccolo's urine. We took her to the vet and found out she had crystals in her bladder.

Tuesday Piccolo had surgery for said crystals. $1,100 later she is back to her old self. She is on three different drugs, but it's nice to see her wagging her tail and trying to steal Liam's food again but I sure could have gone on a nice shopping spree with that $1,100.

On Wednesday the new Sports Illustrated came in the mail. And on the cover...Dree Brees and the Saints. Who Dat? Who cares!!! The sting is still there.

It's Thursday and I am hoping something good comes my way.

Friday is our anniversary and I get to have dinner with my husband, at a restaurant, without our child.

And that, my friends, is the something good I desperately need:)

the day after

Not only is it Monday, but the Vikings season is over and done with. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I really thought this was our year. In fact, I even took a stab at guessing the final score (31-28), however my prediction favred (get it- ha ha) the Vikings. Good thing I'm not a gambler.

We went to a party at the Fairbairn's last night. Liam wore his lucky #4 jersey (hey, it was lucky up unti this point) and entertained everyone by cheering when he was supposed to- when the rest of the crowd did because that is what toddlers do. He showed off his football knowledge by giving the TD sign when appropriate. And he screamed "SKOL" when prompted.

Unfortunately, he didn't quite comprehend the results of last night's game. He woke up this morning happily screaming "football" and clapping his hands, perhaps hoping we would watch another football game today. Poor buddy. He has no idea what he's in for as a Vikings fan.

Today I will allow myself to wallow in my sorrows, and mourn the Superbowl that should have been. Tomorrow, I will remind myself that there is more to life than a football game.

But it will still hurt.

Now the question is, which QB jersey will he be wearing next year?

mommy's little helper

Liam loves to help us with what we consider boring household chores. When we put groceries away he hands us food from the bags, he knows to wipe the table with his napkin after dinner and he insists on helping me push the Dyson. I know this won't last. When he's 12 and refuses to clean his room, I will be sure to remind him that he used to LOVE being my little helper.

Since he loves his doggies, we decided his first "job" could be to give them their after-dinner treats.


Unfortunately Hank knows how to work him:)

2010!

Happy New Year and Happy New Decade!

Well, I am long overdue for a blog post and I really don't have an excuse as to why I haven't signed in lately, especially since we were off work/ day-care for twelve days over the holidays.

It's amazing how quickly the days fly by when not at work, especially with a busy almost-20-month-old.

Check back in a few days, and I'll have an update of what we have been up to for the past month.

And I have a really cute video for you to check out too! Stay tuned...