A post in which I don't really have much to say so I'll give you some pictures

Another toy

I got a {nother} new phone Monday. Yes, another one. And again, this one was not my doing. (But really is technology ever my doing?) I do have to blame this new phone entirely on my sister's brother-in-law EG. While we were at Kate's birthday party, EG busted out his new phone and Stuart practically tripped over himself trying to get ahold of it. It really is sad that way this man drools over electronics. Then again, the same could be said for me and purses. Anywho, so EG is all excited and Stuart is all bananas over the greatness of this phone and all I heard about on the way home was about the awesome powers of this phone.

Thursday, Stuart comes home from class beyond giddy. You know how little boys get when they want to tell you something that is so out of this world and they just can't get the words out of their mouths fast enough and then it all just ends up falling out and turning into something completely different than they meant it to but they are still just so stinking happy about their news that they don't understand why you are looking at them like they just spoke Martian? Yeah, that was Stuart.

After all the word misplacement was corrected, I found out that Stuart's dad wanted to leave AT&T and was interested in starting a family plan with us. Hmm. Interesting. Now, we already had a kicker plan with Sprint. Not-to-mention that we've been with Sprint for over 10 years (Stu and I both were with them before we got married).

Immediately Stuart jumped into "researching" mode. {If only he put that much energy into school} He was waist deep in plan and phone details when his entire face lit up like a Christmas tree and proclaimed, "WE GET TO GET NEW PHONES!"

Now you can understand my eye rolling. We didn't need new phones. Shoot, both of ours are less then 6 months old. But these new phones were no ordinary talking devices. Nope. They were extraordinary.

After a few tense and panic stricken hours with Sprint, it was all done.

May I introduce you to my new addiction:

It's 4G (even though Wichita Falls doesn't have 4G yet). It has an HDMI out (something Stuart is batty about). It has a 4.3 inch screen.

I'm in love.

So while it took me awhile to get over the technology shock, I am a full fledged member of the my-phone-is-my-life club.

Have I mentioned, I'm in love?

Equation

Me + Technology = A lot of gnashing of teeth and saying bad words and rolling my eyes are Stuart

just saying...

Stating the Obvious

Me: Ugh, it's hot.

Stu: Yep.

Me: And humid. Ick.

Stu: Well, we DO live in Texas.

Me: I know, but geez.

Stu: Yup, it IS Texas.

Me: I know. I'm just saying it's gross outside.

Stu: Uh huh...Texas.

Me: I get it. We live in Texas. Where it's hot. And humid. And the south.

Stu: Right. Texas.

Me: Enough already. I KNOW where we LIVE.

Stu: Gah, you don't have to get all PMS-y.

Me: WHAT?!

Stu: Nothing. You're just going a little overboard with this.

Me: Overboard? All I was saying was that I was hot.

Stu: And then it turned into this whole 'nother thing.

Me: You're the one the brought up the geography lesson and then had to throw in "lady problems."

Stu: Well are you?

Me: Am I what?

Stu: You know...lady problems?

Me: Wow.

Circles

Working On It

Me: Tucker, what's your name?

Tucker: {thinking} Three!

Me: Yes, you are three but what's your name?

Tucker: Boy!

Me: Tucker, how old are you?

Tucker: Mame is Tucker!!

Me: Yes you're name is Tucker but how old are you?

Tucker: I am a BOY!

Me: Tucker, what's your name?

Tucker: Your mame is mommy!

Me: That's right, I am mommy, but what's your name?

Tucker: You're a GIRL!

Well at least we know that I'm a girl and he's a boy. Progress.

Happy official 2nd birthday Kennedy Kate!

Thanks for inviting us to your party!

I don't know what to call this, so...there

it's wednesday and i'm tired

i feel like i'm always tired

the boys are on a pbs kick

they absolutely love "super why" and "dinosaur train"

stuart taught them how to drink the left over milk from their cereal

they'll do anything that stuart does

have you noticed that stuart has knack from starting projects before ending them?

yeah

the van is still in disarray

i'm starting to get really nervous about the prospect of moving

it is june 9 and we are no closer to being able to put the house on the market

if we in fact move

which is yet another anxiety inducing dilemma

it's really hot outside

and we haven't even hit 100 degrees yet

it's gonna be a long, hot summer

potty training is still going

tucker has an affinity to pee in his underwear and then 5 minutes later, poo in the potty

it makes no sense

but that's tucker

stuart's thinking about going to houston this weekend while i work

but this time he'll take scout

we can't have another stress/anxiety induced hemorrhagic gastroenteritis

i really need to fold some laundry

but i really don't want to

that is all

Oh Tucker

Don't worry, those walls don't move.

Cleaning

Stuart: I'm going to go clean out the van

Me: Cool.

6 hours later...

Our van has been completely stripped out. Seriously.

{Also, my BIL Scott just wrote a message about his father's battle with cancer. Read it here and please keep Tim and the family in your prayers.}

Thinking PINK

Yesterday we made the short two hour trip to Dallas to celebrate Miss Kate's 2nd birthday. The boys love to play with their cousin, particularly Tucker who thinks Kate is pretty fun since she's smaller than him. Tyson boldly proclaimed that Kate was the "dorablist" baby he had ever seen. Couldn't agree with you more kiddo!

Here's a run down of the PINK party:

Tucker and Kate before the PINK massacre

Mimi reading to Tyson and Tucker tickling the PINK ivories (I know, the keys are technically not pink but I couldn't help myself)

Can you believe how much bigger Tyson is than Kate?

PINK balloons

PINK decorations

(My sister has an AMAZING knack for all things creative)

PINK attire required

(Chisholm, Doss, Haught and Brooks men)

Jumping fun!

Happy Birthday to Kate!

PINK cupcakes

And this is what we call "DONE"

Thanks baby Kate for having such a fun and PINK party!

We love you!

Happy 2nd Birthday!!

I know, I'm a Glutton for Crying

This may be the greatest song ever

Thanks Allison for sharing!

The Verdict

Hemorrhagic Gastroenteritis

Hemorrhagic gastroenteritis (HGE) is a disease of dogs characterized by sudden vomiting and bloody diarrhea. The symptoms are usually severe, and HGE can be fatal if not treated. HGE is most common in young adult dogs of any breed, but especially small dogs such as the Toy Poodle and Miniature Schnauzer.^[1] It is not contagious.

So basically Scout had a massive anxiety attack (that's that best way I can think of to describe this) from being separated from Stuart and that led to HGE via not eating, stress and depression. Thank you dog.

Our first trip to the vet yesterday (that's right, FIRST) landed Scout with a shot and three meds to bring home for the vomiting and GI problems. Unfortunately as the day progressed, so did the vomiting and then she started vomiting blood. So back to the vet. This second trip granted Scout two more shots and two more meds to add to her arsenal. Needless-to-say, I was a frantic dog mommy.

This morning my first question to Stu was "did she throw up again?" To which he replied, "who?" Sometimes you have to paint a very specific picture before he really sees it. She did very well and was even able to keep some chicken down {side note-boiling chicken takes a ridiculously long time}.

And what have we learned? Scout is a daddy's girl. She doesn't know that she's a dog. When she's sick, she does it right.

Sleep?

It's a little past five am and I have been awake since 4. Yup. 4 am. And this time it's not even my kids that I can blame. This working nights thing it completely wrecking what little sanity and scheduling I have. The kicker-I have to work tonight and Stuart has school from 8 am till 3 pm so sleeping this afternoon is limited.

On a separate note, Scout is sick. Yucky sick. I think I'm going to have to call the vet's office when they open this morning. When Stuart left on Friday with the boys, the dogs were noticeably sad. This is not uncommon. They both have a bit of separation anxiety (Scout more so than Turbo) and I knew that they were going to be a little down. Since I stayed here and worked I really didn't think anything of it until Saturday when I was leaving for work and realized that neither dog had eaten since Thursday night. I chalked it up to missing Stu and went on to work. Sunday morning when I came home, still no eating (I even gave them some treats to try and entice them but no dice). By the time Stuart got home Monday night I thought the dogs would be ready to chew their legs off but the only one that ate was Turbo (both bowls to be exact). Tuesday morning I awoke to a rather foul smell and found a trail of loose stool in the living room. Since it happened overnight, I didn't know which dog had done it so begrudgingly cleaned it all up and vowed to NEVER clean up poop off the floor again (whether it be dog or human, thanks to Tucker). After returning from the barber shop a few hours later, I noted a very familiar and vomit inducing smell coming from our bedroom. Sure enough, we now had bloody diarrhea AND vomit (good thing we are getting new carpet soon). Too bad I left both dogs out in our room instead of locking Scout in her kennel so we still didn't know who was having the GI issues. Not 30 minutes later we heard the tell-tale gaging and barely got Scout out the door to be sick outside. At least now we knew who the sick dog was. We cut off her water intake (she still hasn't eaten since Thursday night) and she still managed to vomit twice last night while in her kennel (I wasn't about to let her sleep unattended). So, yeah, I think a visit to Dr. Spears is in order.

And on the the potty training front-we are still "training." Apparently Tucker decided to throw his brain out the window on the way to San Antonio this weekend. He peeped and pooped when and where he wanted and my mom did at least two loads of laundry just so he would have clothes to wear since he keep messing up the ones he had on. I thought when Tucker got home he would "remember" what it was like to potty like a big boy, but he's still trying to remember. He only had two accidents yesterday but one of them involved pooping in his underwear so I quickly informed Stuart that I was DONE with poop.

For good news, Stuart has an interview this afternoon with Wells Fargo Advisers. His first face-to-face interview. Ahhh!

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