Thursday, July 19, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Baby Girl Gunning
It seemed appropriate to post a new entry today (after a 9 month absence) since I now find myself with time on my hands and a computer in my lap. So I shall recap what has been a very exciting and trying 7 months being pregnant with our third (and last) baby, who just so happens to be a little girl!
I know exactly when I got pregnant, not that it is necessary to go into details, but it was early January after MONTHS of trying to convince Paul to have "just one more". I think he finally grew tired of listening to me state my case and gave in. First month, first try. Something about the water out here in Haymarket. Though I never take for granted, and do feel truly blessed, that it has been easy for us to have babies. The positive pregnancy test came on January 23rd. I came running down the stairs, pee stick in hand, and presented it to Paul and the boys. There was no keeping it from them. Paul looked at me with this face like "oh great, here we go!" and both Jake and Josh were over the moon that they were going to have a baby. I must point out that at this point in time and for the remainder of the pregnancy, the boys have insisted that the baby was a girl and that they were going to have a little sister. Neither one of them ever, for even a second, thought they'd have a little brother. So funny how those instincts can prove to be true.
The first 8 weeks or so were pretty easy. I really didn't feel any different and kept thinking to myself how wonderful it would be to skip the typical first trimester sickness and exhaustion. I could only be so lucky. The morning sickness kicked in shortly thereafter and persisted for a longer period of time than it had with the boys -- til about 18 weeks or so. I had to take Unisom and B6 every night just so I could make it through the day without vomiting. I had no interest in eating and actually lost/ didn't gain any weight until about 5 1/2 months into the pregnancy. The exhaustion was unreal and I think took a toll on me mentally. It was the worst feeling in the world to get home from work and be able to do absolutely nothing to help out around the house or play with the boys. Same went the weekends. Naps were my friend. (Not that I still wouldn't take a nap now if the opportunity presented itself!) In the midst of this, my upper gastrointestinal issues that I had been battling since the previous summer kicked into high gear and that really put a damper on being able to eat anything. By about 4pm every day, I felt miserable and literally couldn't even eat a bite of food for dinner. Fortunately that has subsided as the pregnancy has progressed and with the wonder drug Protonix that my doctor prescribed (like Prilosec but stronger). That about recaps Phase I...
Then came the start of the progesterone shots. Since I had one premature birth and a history of preterm labor, the doctor recommended doing 17p progesterone shots for this pregnancy. With Josh, I had a cerclage placed which stitches shut your cervix. Never had preterm labor and delivered to full term with him. From what I have gathered (and read), the progesterone shots are a safer alternative to a cerclage because a cerclage comes with risks of rupturing the membranes (water) and potentially causing a miscarriage. The ideal time to put in a cerclage is from about 15-22 weeks and during that time period, my cervix was nice and long and they weren't worried about it. Thus the progesterone shots started at 16 weeks and they will continue to 36 weeks. This fabulous nurse, Tammy, comes to my house every Friday afternoon at 3pm to give me a shot in my rear. She also takes my blood pressure and pulse along with listens to the baby's heartbeat. It's nice to hear the reassuring sounds of the heartbeat once a week. The shots themselves are painless. I had read and been warned about the potential side effects of soreness at the injection site and headaches. I ended up with the latter rather than the former. The first two weeks were fine but after the third shot, I ended up with the worst migraine headache I have ever experienced. It landed me in the doctor's office, having my blood pressure checked, and getting a prescription for some semi-strong pain meds. I continued getting pretty bad headaches each week but they were manageable with rest and/or tylenol. They have subsided for the most part but I'll still get one from time to time (like today, ugh).
In the midst of the craziness, came the moment we had all been waiting for (and I really mean everyone) when we discovered the sex of the baby. It was early and not quite so routine so Paul wasn't there with me the first time we took a glimpse. Because I'm a high risk pregnancy, I started going to the doctor's every two weeks for a sonogram check (look at length of cervix and check the baby) and an OB check-up. At my 16 week check, I asked (because I HAD to), "can you tell the sex of the baby this early?" Of course I knew from reading about it that determining the gender that early was usually feasible. The sono tech is such a sweetheart (I see the same woman every two weeks) and she offered to definitely look and see what she could determine. I told her that I had this strong feeling all along that it was a girl and that the boys thought the same. She told me "well, I think you're instincts are right!" but she made me promise not to go buy anything pink until we checked again at the next ultrasound. I went home and happily told Paul the good news but he refused to believe it. (Honestly, I think he and I both thought we were destined to have all boys and there was no way we were capable of producing a girl.) He figured that they just couldn't see the "boy parts" yet and didn't put much stock into it. I made him come with me to the 18 week check-up to look for himself. It was there that we got a good close up shot of the "GIRL parts" and confirmed that we did indeed have a baby girl on the way!
Just in case you want to see what a "it's a girl" sonogram looks like :-) I am certain that my daughter will fully appreciate me posting this online for everyone to see!
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Next part of the journey can be summed up in THREE trips to the hospital.
1. May 23: some cramping, pelvic pressure, other TMI symptoms - called my doctor's office and they told me to go to L&D at Fair Oaks Hospital for monitoring due to my history and being a high risk pregnancy, etc. Turns out I had a urinary tract infection. Got antibiotics and all good to go.
2. June 2: had just not been feeling well for a couple of days - exhausted, terrible headache, shortness of breath, chest pain, coughing, just icky. Paul and fam made me go to the ER to get checked out so once again, a trip to Fair Oaks Hospital just this time to the ER. Boy were they swift and efficient. They had me hooked up to a machine and doing an EKG in about 10 minutes of walking in the door. Apparently they don't mess around with pregnant women who have shortness of breath. After signing my life away to do a CT Scan to check for blood clots, results came back that I had pneumonia. Which is so random to me because I have only had pneumonia twice in my entire life and the two episodes were about 15 months apart. Hope it doesn't turn into a yearly occurrence. Again, got antibiotics and was on my way to recovery.
3. July 7: hadn't felt the baby move very much at all in about 2 1/2 days and even after doing everything recommended (laying down on side and counting for two hours, drinking something cold, eating, etc.), I couldn't get her to respond. My doctor's office advised me to go to L&D at Fair Oaks Hospital (again) to be monitored. Also a quick visit and turns out I was dehydrated. My blood pressure was really low, the baby's heartrate was high, and my body temperature was elevated. After drinking a ton of water for a couple days, all is back to normal on that front and she is kicking like a champ again.
That about summarizes bringing us to today -- exactly 28 weeks on the dot. I had my routine 28 week check today along with the gestational diabetes screening (the yummy orange glucola, oh yeah!). My ultrasound was pretty non-eventful. The tech did the usual - checked the placenta, checked my cervix ("cervix looks good she said"... mmhmm, right), did measurements (baby's head, stomach, and femur are exactly on point with 28 weeks) and told me that the baby weights 2 1/2 pounds now. That's about average/ slightly higher than average for 28 weeks. She has put on a really good amount of weight in the last month though so we were happy to see that. Up until about a month ago, I had only gained 2-3 pounds with the pregnancy and as of today, I have gained 10 so it looks like my weight gain is certainly helping her out. (I don't know how it couldn't; I am hungry 24 hours a day.)
The baby's heartrate was normal, my blood pressure was normal, all was good in baby land. I was sitting in one of the rooms waiting for the lab tech to come in and draw my blood for the gestational diabetes test and the doctor walks in and this surreal moment happened. I say it was surreal because it was at the EXACT same check up with Jake (28 weeks and the gestational diabetes screening) that the doctor told me I was in preterm labor and had to go on bed rest. This time, the doctor comes in and tells me that my cervix has shortened quite a bit to 2.5cm and its at that point that they get concerned about premature delivery. (A short cervix is considered 2.5cm or less and is the top risk factor/ indicator for premature birth.) He says, "it's time to go on bed rest. No working, no errands, have to stay off your feet". I probably should have been more prepared for the moment to occur but instead my response was something along the lines of "oh, really, okay". I couldn't process it all that quickly. I think I had convinced myself that I wasn't going to have to go on bed rest this time and that the preterm labor and premature delivery with Jake was just a fluke since I delivered at full term with Josh. Apparently something really is dysfunctional with my uterus and it just can't hold a baby to full term on its own.
I asked the doctor a couple questions about when they would schedule the c-section and I filled him in about my delivery with Josh where the delivering doc told me that my uterus was so thin that it was about to rupture and that I needed to make sure that if I had another baby (and that I could only have one more) to make sure my doctor knew about it because they'd want to deliver a little earlier (like 38 weeks). The gist that I walked away with is we want to at least get to 36 weeks and if I go into labor at 36 weeks or beyond, they won't try to stop it. We'll just have to keep things closely monitored and see what happens. Of course now that I have had all day to think about it, I have about a thousand questions to ask him so I'm planning to call into the office this week and leave them a list :-)
What I am worried about is the contractions that I have been having for the last two weeks. They seem to be "productive" contractions in that they are causing my cervix to shorten. I have to work really hard to keep them under control too -- lots of water, constant trips to empty the bladder, laying on my left side, etc. If I am having more than 4 an hour, I'm sure I will end up back at the hospital and potentially diagnosed with preterm labor. I know the chances of the baby being okay at this point are good but boy would she spend a long time in the NICU (like three months). I'd much rather get through 8 weeks of bed rest than three months with a baby in the hospital.
I'm so fortunate for Paul being so supportive (driving out of his way to bring me dinner and make sure I have everything I need) and for having family and friends close by who are always so willing to help and entertain the boys since their mommy is going to be super boring for the next two months. It's truly a blessing.
Closing shot of the pregnant belly at 27 weeks!
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I know exactly when I got pregnant, not that it is necessary to go into details, but it was early January after MONTHS of trying to convince Paul to have "just one more". I think he finally grew tired of listening to me state my case and gave in. First month, first try. Something about the water out here in Haymarket. Though I never take for granted, and do feel truly blessed, that it has been easy for us to have babies. The positive pregnancy test came on January 23rd. I came running down the stairs, pee stick in hand, and presented it to Paul and the boys. There was no keeping it from them. Paul looked at me with this face like "oh great, here we go!" and both Jake and Josh were over the moon that they were going to have a baby. I must point out that at this point in time and for the remainder of the pregnancy, the boys have insisted that the baby was a girl and that they were going to have a little sister. Neither one of them ever, for even a second, thought they'd have a little brother. So funny how those instincts can prove to be true.
The first 8 weeks or so were pretty easy. I really didn't feel any different and kept thinking to myself how wonderful it would be to skip the typical first trimester sickness and exhaustion. I could only be so lucky. The morning sickness kicked in shortly thereafter and persisted for a longer period of time than it had with the boys -- til about 18 weeks or so. I had to take Unisom and B6 every night just so I could make it through the day without vomiting. I had no interest in eating and actually lost/ didn't gain any weight until about 5 1/2 months into the pregnancy. The exhaustion was unreal and I think took a toll on me mentally. It was the worst feeling in the world to get home from work and be able to do absolutely nothing to help out around the house or play with the boys. Same went the weekends. Naps were my friend. (Not that I still wouldn't take a nap now if the opportunity presented itself!) In the midst of this, my upper gastrointestinal issues that I had been battling since the previous summer kicked into high gear and that really put a damper on being able to eat anything. By about 4pm every day, I felt miserable and literally couldn't even eat a bite of food for dinner. Fortunately that has subsided as the pregnancy has progressed and with the wonder drug Protonix that my doctor prescribed (like Prilosec but stronger). That about recaps Phase I...
Then came the start of the progesterone shots. Since I had one premature birth and a history of preterm labor, the doctor recommended doing 17p progesterone shots for this pregnancy. With Josh, I had a cerclage placed which stitches shut your cervix. Never had preterm labor and delivered to full term with him. From what I have gathered (and read), the progesterone shots are a safer alternative to a cerclage because a cerclage comes with risks of rupturing the membranes (water) and potentially causing a miscarriage. The ideal time to put in a cerclage is from about 15-22 weeks and during that time period, my cervix was nice and long and they weren't worried about it. Thus the progesterone shots started at 16 weeks and they will continue to 36 weeks. This fabulous nurse, Tammy, comes to my house every Friday afternoon at 3pm to give me a shot in my rear. She also takes my blood pressure and pulse along with listens to the baby's heartbeat. It's nice to hear the reassuring sounds of the heartbeat once a week. The shots themselves are painless. I had read and been warned about the potential side effects of soreness at the injection site and headaches. I ended up with the latter rather than the former. The first two weeks were fine but after the third shot, I ended up with the worst migraine headache I have ever experienced. It landed me in the doctor's office, having my blood pressure checked, and getting a prescription for some semi-strong pain meds. I continued getting pretty bad headaches each week but they were manageable with rest and/or tylenol. They have subsided for the most part but I'll still get one from time to time (like today, ugh).
In the midst of the craziness, came the moment we had all been waiting for (and I really mean everyone) when we discovered the sex of the baby. It was early and not quite so routine so Paul wasn't there with me the first time we took a glimpse. Because I'm a high risk pregnancy, I started going to the doctor's every two weeks for a sonogram check (look at length of cervix and check the baby) and an OB check-up. At my 16 week check, I asked (because I HAD to), "can you tell the sex of the baby this early?" Of course I knew from reading about it that determining the gender that early was usually feasible. The sono tech is such a sweetheart (I see the same woman every two weeks) and she offered to definitely look and see what she could determine. I told her that I had this strong feeling all along that it was a girl and that the boys thought the same. She told me "well, I think you're instincts are right!" but she made me promise not to go buy anything pink until we checked again at the next ultrasound. I went home and happily told Paul the good news but he refused to believe it. (Honestly, I think he and I both thought we were destined to have all boys and there was no way we were capable of producing a girl.) He figured that they just couldn't see the "boy parts" yet and didn't put much stock into it. I made him come with me to the 18 week check-up to look for himself. It was there that we got a good close up shot of the "GIRL parts" and confirmed that we did indeed have a baby girl on the way!
Just in case you want to see what a "it's a girl" sonogram looks like :-) I am certain that my daughter will fully appreciate me posting this online for everyone to see!
Next part of the journey can be summed up in THREE trips to the hospital.
1. May 23: some cramping, pelvic pressure, other TMI symptoms - called my doctor's office and they told me to go to L&D at Fair Oaks Hospital for monitoring due to my history and being a high risk pregnancy, etc. Turns out I had a urinary tract infection. Got antibiotics and all good to go.
2. June 2: had just not been feeling well for a couple of days - exhausted, terrible headache, shortness of breath, chest pain, coughing, just icky. Paul and fam made me go to the ER to get checked out so once again, a trip to Fair Oaks Hospital just this time to the ER. Boy were they swift and efficient. They had me hooked up to a machine and doing an EKG in about 10 minutes of walking in the door. Apparently they don't mess around with pregnant women who have shortness of breath. After signing my life away to do a CT Scan to check for blood clots, results came back that I had pneumonia. Which is so random to me because I have only had pneumonia twice in my entire life and the two episodes were about 15 months apart. Hope it doesn't turn into a yearly occurrence. Again, got antibiotics and was on my way to recovery.
3. July 7: hadn't felt the baby move very much at all in about 2 1/2 days and even after doing everything recommended (laying down on side and counting for two hours, drinking something cold, eating, etc.), I couldn't get her to respond. My doctor's office advised me to go to L&D at Fair Oaks Hospital (again) to be monitored. Also a quick visit and turns out I was dehydrated. My blood pressure was really low, the baby's heartrate was high, and my body temperature was elevated. After drinking a ton of water for a couple days, all is back to normal on that front and she is kicking like a champ again.
That about summarizes bringing us to today -- exactly 28 weeks on the dot. I had my routine 28 week check today along with the gestational diabetes screening (the yummy orange glucola, oh yeah!). My ultrasound was pretty non-eventful. The tech did the usual - checked the placenta, checked my cervix ("cervix looks good she said"... mmhmm, right), did measurements (baby's head, stomach, and femur are exactly on point with 28 weeks) and told me that the baby weights 2 1/2 pounds now. That's about average/ slightly higher than average for 28 weeks. She has put on a really good amount of weight in the last month though so we were happy to see that. Up until about a month ago, I had only gained 2-3 pounds with the pregnancy and as of today, I have gained 10 so it looks like my weight gain is certainly helping her out. (I don't know how it couldn't; I am hungry 24 hours a day.)
The baby's heartrate was normal, my blood pressure was normal, all was good in baby land. I was sitting in one of the rooms waiting for the lab tech to come in and draw my blood for the gestational diabetes test and the doctor walks in and this surreal moment happened. I say it was surreal because it was at the EXACT same check up with Jake (28 weeks and the gestational diabetes screening) that the doctor told me I was in preterm labor and had to go on bed rest. This time, the doctor comes in and tells me that my cervix has shortened quite a bit to 2.5cm and its at that point that they get concerned about premature delivery. (A short cervix is considered 2.5cm or less and is the top risk factor/ indicator for premature birth.) He says, "it's time to go on bed rest. No working, no errands, have to stay off your feet". I probably should have been more prepared for the moment to occur but instead my response was something along the lines of "oh, really, okay". I couldn't process it all that quickly. I think I had convinced myself that I wasn't going to have to go on bed rest this time and that the preterm labor and premature delivery with Jake was just a fluke since I delivered at full term with Josh. Apparently something really is dysfunctional with my uterus and it just can't hold a baby to full term on its own.
I asked the doctor a couple questions about when they would schedule the c-section and I filled him in about my delivery with Josh where the delivering doc told me that my uterus was so thin that it was about to rupture and that I needed to make sure that if I had another baby (and that I could only have one more) to make sure my doctor knew about it because they'd want to deliver a little earlier (like 38 weeks). The gist that I walked away with is we want to at least get to 36 weeks and if I go into labor at 36 weeks or beyond, they won't try to stop it. We'll just have to keep things closely monitored and see what happens. Of course now that I have had all day to think about it, I have about a thousand questions to ask him so I'm planning to call into the office this week and leave them a list :-)
What I am worried about is the contractions that I have been having for the last two weeks. They seem to be "productive" contractions in that they are causing my cervix to shorten. I have to work really hard to keep them under control too -- lots of water, constant trips to empty the bladder, laying on my left side, etc. If I am having more than 4 an hour, I'm sure I will end up back at the hospital and potentially diagnosed with preterm labor. I know the chances of the baby being okay at this point are good but boy would she spend a long time in the NICU (like three months). I'd much rather get through 8 weeks of bed rest than three months with a baby in the hospital.
I'm so fortunate for Paul being so supportive (driving out of his way to bring me dinner and make sure I have everything I need) and for having family and friends close by who are always so willing to help and entertain the boys since their mommy is going to be super boring for the next two months. It's truly a blessing.
Closing shot of the pregnant belly at 27 weeks!
Monday, October 10, 2011
Hello, Fall!
Well hey there! I have been remiss in updating the blog lately. I have waves of guilt that come over me when I think about it and then I remember that (1) my life is pretty darn busy and (2) I don't get paid for doing this!
Exciting news in the Gunning household! I'll start with our family vacation that we just got back from -- to DISNEY WORLD! Talk about amazing. It was truly a magical experience. I treasure thinking back on the moments when the boys were giddy about seeing a Disney character or going on a new ride and Paul and I just looked at each other and sharing the biggest grins on our faces. Our week there was filled with a lot of smiles, laughs, food, fireworks, and adventures. I have a ton of pictures to post and will get working on that ASAP!
Second, and also very exciting is that we are moving! After one year of debating, one month of collecting and filling out paperwork, and two months of patiently waiting, we finally have sold our townhouse. Okay, well, I won't really sleep soundly until we sign those final papers BUT that will happen at the end of this month. As we were waiting for everything to be finalized with selling our house, Paul and I started looking at single family homes in the area. We found one that we both fell in love with and it's only a couple miles from where we are now so the boys stay at the same school and I can still go to my favorite Harris Teeter for groceries and starbucks! A picture of the new house is below. It is on a cul-de-sac so perfect for the boys to ride bikes and it has a big backyard with a creek, a fire pit, and a deck.
(Oh and the house has 4 bedrooms which helps my cause of having a little girl. Well, maybe!) 
So now is the fun part -- packing and moving. Ugh. I wish it would all just magically pack itself. We got a good start on it this weekend but have a lot more to go. Last time we moved, we didn't have kids. Good lord we have accumulated a lot of stuff since then! We officially move into the new place on the 21st so less than two weeks to go! Can't wait to have more room and a basement for the boys to play in.
Last but not least, I graduated from the change management program that I was doing at Georgetown! Oh what sweet, sweet relief. For it being a 6 month graduate program, I felt like I should have walked away from it with my MBA! It was a lot of work and it was tough, but worth the time and energy. I met a great group of people and learned a lot. Our final group project passed with flying colors -- "Instilling Safety Awareness at the Maryland Transit Administration". Great experience but glad to be done. I finally have my weekends back with some assemblance of normalcy.
And now to work on organizing some pictures to share (after I pack, do laundry, answer some emails, renew my car's registration, pay some bills, etc, you know, the usual!).
Happy Fall!
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Jake's 4th Birthday
This week we celebrated Jake turning 4! It's hard to believe, he has grown up so fast. Only one more year until kindergarten. Of course he is tall enough to look like he is already in elementary school :-)
On Wednesday, his actual birthday, we celebrated at home with pizza from Wegman's, a Spiderman cake, and presents. Jake finally got the Power Rangers Samurai Megazord that he has wanted for months! Today we had his birthday party at Jump 'N Jimmy's with all of his friends. We were so happy that so many family friends and kids from his class were able to join us. The bouncing, pizza, and construction cake were a lot of fun. Thanks to everyone who was able to join us and help celebrate in the joy of Jake turning 4!
By the way, the pig in some of the pictures is Percy the travelling pig. The kids in Jake's class take turns taking Percy home for 4 days at a time and Jake was lucky enough to have her over his birthday party weekend! We got to take pictures of Jake with Percy and then add them to her travelling journal where all of the kids record their adventures with her. Very fun!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Our Home
The house has never looked this good and it probably never will again!
Paul and I decided to put our house up for sale. The pictures above are from the photographer to snapped pics today for our online listing. We've been in this home for 4 1/2 years and making this decision has been very challenging but there are several factors working in our favor right now and we felt it was "now or never" so that we would seize the opportunity and give it a shot.
Our plan is to be able to sell this house and move into a single family home that will give all of us room to grow and allow the boys more room to play and run. We love this house to death and it has so many special memories, especially the fact that we brought both boys home from the hospital to this home (not to mention the beautifully painted bedrooms....) but its time for the next chaper in our lives and that entails a bigger home and a 4th bedroom so I can finally get through the last hurdles of convincing Paul to have one more baby!
Wish us luck!
Josh's 2nd Birthday Party
Josh and Mikayla, cousins who are only 9 days apart, celebrated their second birthdays on May 1st at Kids N Motion in Woodbridge. We were thankful that all of the immediate family was on hand for an afternoon of bouncing, pizza, cake, and more bouncing! (Where were indoor moon bounce places when my brother and I were kids?!?!)
Fourth of July 2011
Following in our traditional fourth of July celebration, we attended the Fairfax City parade on the morning of July 4th, followed by the old fashioned firemen's competitions, took a nap, and then watched spectacular fireworks at Fairfax High School. Jake and Josh (and Mia) had a great day!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Well, Hello There!
My, my how time flies. Talk about being out of touch recently. Every day is a whirlwind of activity. BUT, things are good, we're all happy and healthy, and that's what counts. I have so many fun pictures and videos to post from the past couple of months and need to get cracking on that. Josh is TWO and talking so much. Jake is almost FOUR and ready to take over the world with his power ranger moves.
First and foremost, happy anniversary to....
First and foremost, happy anniversary to....
- Me and Paul (4 years)
- My mom and dad (33 years)
- Paul's mom and dad (38 years)
We're all going out to dinner together on Sunday night to celebrate.
From time to time, I think back to a blog post that I authored back in January about how it was nice to have a little "down time".... I should have known I was cursing myself with what was to come. I can't remember a time in life where there was more craziness or activity going on, but I also can't remember a time that I have been more content and happy. (Well, most of the time!) For me, between work and school, I feel like I have completely been slacking on mom and wife duties. Lucky for me, Paul has stepped in as an excellent Mr. Mom and diligently takes the boys to school every day and picks them up almost every day and never complains about it. I found out that he even did a load of laundry last week so he would have some clean shorts (go Paul!). Real estate has picked up quite a bit for Paul. He had ratified contracts on 4 (I think) places in the last two months. Not gonna lie, having the commission coming in has been niiiiiiice!
Josh is now in the Preschool I room with the two year olds and Jake is still in Junior Kindergarten (3-4 year olds), going to the Pre-K (almost like kindergarten) program in the fall. One more year and he starts elementary school. Ohmygosh. Summer is upon us! We've made it to the pool once so far but "splash day" started this week at school. The boys love it. Jake's day is on Thursday and Josh's is on Friday. They have sprinklers and baby pools and the kiddos get to run around in their bathing suits and have a grand time playing in the water. The joys of being a kids.
We still deeply miss Mosley and I find myself often times smiling at our boxer magnet on the fridge or of a picture of Mosley with Jake when he was a baby. My goodness he was a good dog. Such a good dog. Bailey was in mourning for a while, too. You could tell he was lonely and bored. We briefly talked about the idea of adopting another dog but didn't proactively look into doing it. And then one day....
Last week, one of the women on my team showed me and a few folks pictures of two rescue pups (one tan and one black/brown) who were looking for a home. One of our co-workers found the two puppies by their home in Georgia when they were about 5 weeks old and were all skin and bones, had mange, had been abandonded and abused, and were terrified of people. She and her husband nursed both of them back to health and brought them up to their other home in northern VA to find good adoptive parents. For whatever reason, I impulsively wanted to bring the tan puppy home (as a "trial"... mmmhmmmm) to see how she would do with Bailey and the boys. It was love at first sight. First of all, she's a girl. I have wanted a GIRL for so long. Second, she looks like a yellow lab mut puppy and I really wanted a yellow lab as our next dog. Soooooooo, I brought her home last Friday. Bailey and the boys love her. She ADORES them. She isn't so sure of me and Paul though she has warmed up to us a lot in the last couple of days. She's a sweet playful puppy who chews on whatever she can find, but she's home to stay. Jake named her Mia after the pink power ranger :-)
Now for working on posting the pics and videos....!
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