Grey and Tucker

This weekend my nephew came to visit with us for a bit while his mommy and his "monkey" went to the UofM vs. UT game. On the way to pick him up I was so excited and just could barely wait to pick him up and kiss all over him, but as we were on our way back to the house I became a bit worried. I realized that I probably didn't have enough for him to do even though "monkey" packed a tub full of goodies to play with. I worried that he wouldn't feel comfortable without his parents but we somehow figured it all out. After getting two soft tacos down, he sang danced to Yo Gabba Gabba while looking out the back door at my "doggies". I waited until Big got home to even bother with wrestling with them, but both of my boys were extremely excited about the Grey baby's visit so far.

After getting them inside and safely adjusted to the presence of a baby, Grey began to throw the ball for Tucker, or "tocker" as Grey called him. They wore each other out for hours. It would have been fantastic, you know the dog actually babysitting, except that I constantly felt the need to watch them like a hawk afraid that any minute Tucker's size would overcome the baby. He was surprisingly gentle and very attentive. I put Grey's DVD in the living room television and turned Spongebob Square pants on in the bedroom. We also played a little game on the computer. Grey had officially taken over every single room in our house. It was so much fun and I can't hardly wait to do it again. I like the idea of just borrowing a kid for now, not having to go through pregnancy or the hardships that come with newborns. Don't get me wrong, I would to start a family eventually, but for now babysitting is satisfactory.

I am not sure that I am all in with the time change just yet. It just seems darker already and dreary is coming right behind it. I thought I was ready to say good bye to the warmth of summer, but the first cold snap that happened made me want to beg for the sun to come on back. I did check the weather channel this morning and we will be in the upper 70's this week, so I guess I just got my wish.

"Ribbies"

So very sorry it has taken me this long, but I am back and with a new pair of shoes. New shoes always make me feel so special, like adopting a puppy or when I get a new friend that makes me feel amazing. I was in desperate need of new tennis shoes because my last pair were showing serious signs of wear. When I started to notice my own toe through the top of the shoe, I decided that it was time to retire them suckers.

I hate sporting good stores with a passion beyond comprehension. I do not know or even care to know why. My closest friends know that when they get that text from me about Big dragging me through Dick's or Sports Authority that it must be real love between us because it is painful for me. He was an athlete and still plays softball so we go in those stores a lot more than I would care to, but recently he trudged through a craft's store for me so I can do it. When I mentioned that I needed to go get some shoes and we were already going to Millington to visit my mother, his ears perked up big time. "Can we go to Hibbet's?", he said. I reluctantly said yes. It was okay. We got in and I tried on and bought a pair of shoes in under fifteen minutes. Record time for us.

I slipped them on Monday morning and felt somewhat new myself.

That feeling didn't last too terribly long because one morning this week, my sweet baby Tucker jumped leaped into our bed before I was completely conscious and somehow landed on me funny. I now have a hairline fracture to one of my ribs on the right side of my body. I have found out quickly that this injury is no laughing matter, literally. Laughing, which I do often, is very painful and no fun for me right now. I have had the hardest time sleeping. Last night I heavily medicated and hit the pillows hard. I slept through the night and it felt great. It is fine, just irritating.

I am thrilled about this weather! How about you guys?