Happy Birthday, Cash!!

Today is Cash's third birthday. He's such a great dog (thanks to a certain handsome trainer). I call him 'My Prince' because he is so calm and well mannered. Well, except for the peeing on EVERYTHING.

(Not very thrilled with the princess crown.)

We are all very relieved to have him here with us today, as last night he was to go to a new home a few hours away. That was the plan from day one with him - he is to train and sell. Don't get attached.

Guess what? 

We got attached. 

So attached (to this dog that isn't even really a family pet, but a working hunt test dog), that a certain female in the house sobbed sporadically and uncontrollably from the time she heard the words 'I sold Cash' to the time the deal was called off (even a little bit after that time, too). But, REJOICE! None of us could really bear the thought of Cash not being ours anymore. Some are just better at hiding our feelings than others.  

So here we are on this happy day. Cash has a friend over to help him celebrate (or perhaps a dog-sitting gig just happened to fall during this time) and he has actually been participating in some fun dog play that doesn't even involve birds or bumpers.

Happy Birthday, My Prince! 

Free Pool

I took the girls plus my niece to the free wading pool across the river. We got there right when it opened and it was just us for the first glorious 30 minutes. 

Then a daycare showed up, which wasn't so bad. It was when I heard a classy lady tell her young child not to worry about other kids splashing him, because she'll just drown them, that I decided it was time to go. Then she described to him, in detail, how it's done. 

GIRLS!! Time to go!

My Messy Dirty House

There is an unwritten rule that if you get a surprise visitor, it will be at a time that your house is in shambles (and if when the place is looking good, there will be nary a visitor for days).  As a mother of three young children who are constantly peeing on the toilet, spilling their food, wiping boogers on the walls and running through the house with muddy feet, I am slowly beginning to accept this. That's sort of a lie. 

I had planned on taking these two hooligans to play outside after rest time and snack this afternoon (Sami had a sleepover at Grandma Deb's), but they disappeared off to the living room and were playing dreamingly well together. So, I continued to clean up the kitchen, making sure to not show myself to them, and as I was washing the floor and wiping the window sills, walls and baseboard down I thought about how the visitor we are supposed to have later today probably won't show up now. The house isn't in shambles, after all (well, at least the kitchen isn't).

Then I thought about the time my sister-in-law dropped in quick to use the bathroom. I'm sure you have pieced it together by now that the bathroom wasn't lookin' very good. It was pretty disgusting. Now, I'm sure that she doesn't think back to the state of my bathroom and cringe, like I do, and maybe one day I will forget all about it. Until then, I am going to try to embrace the dirty floors, walls and toilets, because one day I will miss those boogers on the wall. Well, maybe not the boogers.