InstaFriday

I'm not even going to pretend to guess how behinde I am.

(I think it's two weeks)

Life has been happening at super sonic speed and frankly I'm having a hard time keeping up.

But I have been taking pictures!

Hallelujah for phones otherwise I would have no recollection of the past few weeks.

My nephew is delicious. And I totally made that onesie. :)

This was Sunday. I was rocking my hubby's company.

My houndstooth mani. Y'all, nail polish strips are amaze-balls.

Texas chicken pot pie. (For a friend who had a baby)

Have you joined the Gussy Club? I'm also rocking my Lisa Leonard earrings. Two plugs in one!

Final swim meet.

Cousins playing at grandma's house.

I love this girl. :)

Stuart was stealing the ottoman. Not cool.

I'm calling this my rockstar mani. (if you're counting, this is "fun" mani #3)

Words can not begin to describe this day. My parents moved. {deep breaths}

My niece is the coolest.

Tyson has been working on his Star Wars paper airplanes all summer. And he's sporting my Ags.

So this happened Sunday night. At approximately 9 pm.

My baby is not a baby anymore. Hold me.

Those boxes magically turned into this! (Try not to stare too long at the walls, it's a work in progress)

It's a good combo: Chesapeake and Tootsie Roll Pops.

Oh yes, I'm addicted. Mani #4 and maybe my fave.

One should always have to cut chocolate cake with a steak knife. Always.

Tucker finally got to see his Hannah. They practically walked into the movies like this.

Reminiscing: sweet, newborn Tyson. How have 7.5 years passed already?!

Happy Friday y'all!

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Pinterest Monday

You know how some days are just, well, frankly, they are made for perusing Pinterest.
Today was one of those days.
Of course after swim team practice, laundry, cooking dinner for a friend and doing my nails. Gotta get that mani in when you can!

[soures]

And you can follow me on Pinterest if you fell so inclined! I'm clarissadoss.
Happy-almost-end-of-Monday!

InstaFriday

I don't even know where to begin explaining what happened this last week.
Our dog died.
We went to the beach.
Fireworks happened.
We used lots of sunscreen.
The boys swam lots of laps.
I ignored my house completely.
Let's be honest, that was really the last TWO weeks.
But who's counting right?

Stu and I heading out on date night. We totally were both wearing pink.

Our yellow dog. {miss him so much}

I still feel this way.

This was my "feel better" mani. Love OPI.

The boys were having a particularly rough morning after telling them Turbo died, so I threw the schedule out the window. It was a good move.

Yeah...

See that? S M I L E S.

They are forever brothers.

Me and my boys.

Aren't they cute?

I.LOVE.FIREWORKS.

Stuart's brother took us out on his boat AND let the boys drive. He's much braver than I.

I love them so much it hurts.

The night before we headed home, Moose's antler came off. THE WORLD ALMOST ENDED.

Our friends were in the hospital having their first baby and so we got to watch their fur baby. It was bittersweet.

Bobbleheads.

A diagonal stripe and toes that match my shoes.

And this came in the mail...

Stuart and I...and Tucker. 

Happy Friday y'all!

Goodbyes are hard

This is not a post that I expected to be writing.

At least not right now.

Early last Sunday morning we had to say goodbye to our beloved dog, Turbo.

It has been so incredibly hard.

Saturday night Stuart and I went on a date and met up with his friend from high school that was in town for a family reunion. We had a fun time and got home about 11:30 pm.
We immediately noticed that Turbo did not run to greet us.
No biggie.
He was probably hiding because he got in the trash.
Chuckle chuckle.
We chatted with the sitter for a minute and say thank you and good bye.
It was then that we noticed that Turbo was not hiding (in our room usually) but laying in the hallway.
Stuart headed upstairs to find whatever it was that Turbo has gotten into.
Nothing.
But Turbo didn't really move.
He would sit up on his front paws and kinda drag his rear end then plop back down.
Strange.
After several attempts to get Turbo to come to us, we knew something was wrong.
Stuart carried him downstairs (not an easy feat with a 90 pound dog) and we started assessing problems.
He wasn't really moving his back legs.
He wasn't wagging his tail.
He was breathing really, really hard.
He looked miserable.
So I busted out my trusty Google machine and searched for paralsis with heavy breathing.
NOT GOOD.
Stuart decided to call our SIL (who is our go-to for all things canine) (mind you it's about 1 am by this point).
She talked us thru some things and it became more clear that something was terribly, horribly wrong.
We decided to call the vet and they said to bring him in right away.
Stuart and I knew, just knew this was going to be the end.
I carried his pillow to Stuart's truck and he gingerly placed Turbo inside.
I couldn't say goodbye.
Just couldn't.
I wept.
Big 'ole fat, hot tears.
Stuart came home about 4:30 am.
With no Turbo.
The vet said that there were a number of things that could have caused the rapid paralisis that Turbo was having.
All were bad and difficult to treat.
All were difficult to diagnose.
The best option was really to let him go.
Gah.
I hate even writing that.
But y'all, saying goodbye to Turbo was so not the hardest part.
Nope.
The hardest part was having to get up two hours later and explain to the boys why their dog wasn't here anymore.
Turbo was all they had ever known.
He loved them fiercely and let them do just about anything to him.
While they know that Turbo is in heaven (yes, we are choosing to believe that),
they don't understand why he's gone.
So we've been talking abut death and heaven.
A lot.
I mean every day.
And every time we pray at night, Tucker asks God to make sure Turbo gets some extra beef jerky or a bone or to swim in the lake.
And every time he says those prayers I cry.
I know that we'll get happier (insert vacation over the 4th of July)
but good-golly are we sad right now.
And that's ok.
Because we loved Turbo.
And miss him.