Happy birthday to our favorite Canine Time Lord.

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Last month Doc the Dog celebrated his first birthday. We aren’t certain of his exact birth date, so we decided to celebrate the same weekend as Dan’s birthday, because why not?

I made the hubby his favorite chocolate chip cookies for his birthday so it seemed fitting that I make the dog some homemade cookies for his birthday, too – wouldn’t it be cute when they both got homemade delicious cookies for their birthday??

Then I totally forgot to make the homemade peanut butter bacon dog biscuits in time and figured, he doesn’t know when his birthday is anyway, so we celebrated a week later, because why not?

Luckily, peanut butter bacon dog biscuits go over real well whether they are on time or not. He was absolutely in his canine glory when we gave him the first one and now every time I go near his dog cookie tin, he is on HIGH ALERT and best behavior, bowled over and ready to receive his prize. So, yeah – good stuff!

Remember back in March when we were in the midst of the Winter Blahs and I kept sending my husband pictures of puppies in the area that were up for adoption – and then we found this picture and virtually fell in love (get it? cause it was online) and then we met Doc (Jingle at the time) in person and fell in love for real and threw caution to the wind and decided to adopt a black lab / st bernard / border collie, because why not?

Named after our favorite Time Lord who refuses to grow up, Doctor is  an aptly named Puppy for Life with literally boundless energy. He gives me a run for my money basically every day, chews things he shouldn’t, barks whenever the doorbell rings or is knocked on (even if it’s just on tv), likes to chew my new doormats daily for good measure and much like our children, has created a new reason for Dan and I to talk about poop on a daily basis.

It was a rocky start and it certainly hasn’t been sunshine and roses, this life of mine as a dog mom. But despite all the trouble he gives me, we are still very much in love with our sweet Doctor. It’s been a roller coaster year, experiencing all the seasons with him for the first time and learning how to be dog parents. We still probably don’t get it “right’ most of the time – but we’re banking on the fact that he probably doesn’t know any better either!

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Happy birthday Doctor – I’m probably a month late in writing it, but you don’t know what day it is anyway. That’s the great thing about Time Lords – no sense of time whatsoever!

fleeting, rushing moments.

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This month is rushing by faster than I can keep up with. Again. Still. I feel like I’ve been saying this all year. Every month I find myself writing, “Where did this month go? How is it over already?” Every day I look at my children and think “When did they get so big?”

When did her limbs get so long? How long has he been this tall? When did she learn to count this high? When did his vocabulary get so big? How do they keep on growing, faster than I can keep up with? Why didn’t I savor this moment longer and linger in these precious days?

My babies are getting bigger every day but they are also still pretty young, too, I suppose. Four and seven. It seems like just yesterday they were both being born, but I’ve been doing this parenting thing for almost eight years now so even though I still feel like a total newbie, I’m sort of an old pro.

Except in comparison to all those mothers of middle schoolers, teenagers or adults. To them, I’m sure, I ain’t seen nothing yet. I’ll be them someday though. In the blink of an eye they will be grown and gone, tweens then teens then adults and someday hopefully parents of their own small broods. I have lots of time left and no time at all.

The days are long and the years are short. It’s a cliche but it’s so true in these days that seem to drag on forever until I blink and it’s been weeks or months or years – these weeping angel days where time stops feeling linear and starts feeling wibbly wobbly… Fleeting. Rushed. Exhausting. Exhilarating.

Don’t blink.

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(yes, I’m a nerd, shut up)

Giving thanks for a wonderful husband on his birthday.

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One of Mama Kat’s writing prompts this week was “Something you’re thankful for.” Like any dweeby wife, my first thought of course was of my family – my amazing husband, my adorable intelligent funny kiddos, even my stupid slobbering dog who is occasionally pleasant to be around. I’m thankful for a roof over my head, enough heat and clean water to keep us comfortable, a refrigerator that stays stocked with enough food for us to eat, a healthy family (knock on wood) and you know, books. But the thing that really makes ALL of that possible and keeps me truly sane on even the most trying of days is that husband of mine.

The one who works 9 to 5 7 to 6 and rarely complains. The one who (tries) to remind me to eat healthy, be active, stretch once in a blue moon and take a deep breath before going off into the deep end of a mood swing. The one who cooks dinner when I’m too tired, keeps me in supply of books and coffee, wakes up early to help get the kids ready for school, makes a Tardis out of a cardboard box complete with working light on top, wrestles with the dog to help him burn energy, fixes things when they are broken, builds things when they are needed, takes out the trash, scolds my computer when it’s being naughty, and also frankly just rocks at being a husband, father and human being.

My husband is good at everything. It’s a fact. But he’s humble and doesn’t let it go to his head which is sweet of him. Don’t get me wrong – he’s human, probably. But I would be remiss if I didn’t brag every now and then about the fact that I won the husband lottery. I found a guy who understands how important communication, compromise, team work and awesomeness are to a healthy marriage. I found a guy who gets just as geekily excited about tv shows like Doctor Who and Sherlock, that awesome song I won’t shut up about or that cool board game as I do (Cards Against Humanity, anyone?). He only sometimes corrects my bad grammar and he doesn’t tease me absolutely relentlessly about my addiction to Project Runway / Top Model / The Next Singing Labradoodle Top Chef Model Competition (I would so watch that).

I am thankful for my husband who keeps all the pieces together. For being the peanut butter to my jelly. Today is his birthday and he’ll be no doubt helping get the kids to school, going to work like usual and then coming home to a rushed dinner before we go to a cub scout meeting and then put the kids to bed so they can get up at the crack of dawn and do it all over again. Probably without complaint. I’ll spoil him when I can with birthday gifts and praise – but in the meantime:

Honey,
Happy birthday – I love you so much!
Love,
Wifely
 

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