Our Little Miss has become quite the talker. She now calls her “buh-buhs” by their actual names – “No-nen” and “inkin.” (We’re still working on the “L” sound in both names 🙂 )
She has also learned to appropriately use the term “bless you” when someone sneezes or coughs. She caught me by surprise recently when I sneezed and she said, “Bless you, Mommy.” She has also figured out how to say “I love you” in her Ingrid-ese. So sweet to hear!
Jake was able to get two tickets to tonight’s Twins game from a co-worker. He took the biggest of the littles with him. They rode the train downtown, grabbed a bite to eat, and took in the majority of the game. I think a highlight was walking around the inside of the stadium while the game was being played 🙂
Here is our little Twins fan waiting for the train:
We’ve shed quite a few tears in the Sheck house today. Maverick, our poodle/shih-tzu had some sort of altercation with our neighbors’ dogs last evening. (We’ve yet to find out the details of just what happened.) Jake and I took him to the ER vet last night, he was checked out and given the ok to go home with pain meds. However, his little body was unable to handle whatever trauma it endured. I checked on him during the night and he was resting, however three hours later, things were dramatically different. I sensed he wasn’t going to be with us much longer. Thankfully, the kids slept in this morning, so I was able to spend quiet time by his side, stroke his head and back, and tell him how much we love him. For as crazy as he made me at times, he was such a loving and loyal dog. He just wanted to be near us and loved us unconditionally.
As sad as today has been, it has been a gentle lesson for the kids in the matter of death. Little Miss doesn’t understand what took place this morning, but the boys do. They’ve asked plenty of questions and we’ve had several good, short conversations about what death means and how we are to treat all of God’s creation with kindness and respect.
We love you, Mav. You’re a great dog! I sure am going to miss your puppy dog eyes.
Our six year old’s responses to his birthday questions:
The roads in our neighborhood are being replaced this summer so we have had fun watching the workers and machines from our front window. Tonight we took a family walk to see the big diggers up close. On the walk back, I told the boys they could go splash in the mud puddles. (I know, I’m a great mom!) Lincoln ended up getting stuck in a deep puddle and leaned a bit too far to his left. He was a tad scared at first, but when we told him he won the “mud award” for the night, he perked right up.
The EB said he needed some extra cash after working his tail off this past Easter. I put him to work tonight.
I bought boxes this past week. Lots of boxes. In an attempt to get our house ready to put on the market, we need to purge or pack a lot of stuff and store it elsewhere. I won’t even attempt to put it in to a percentage because honestly, that might be a little too depressing for me. Anyway, I’d like to think I’m off to a good start. Jake has been back to the big orange store a couple of times to re-stock my box pile. He has also taken two truckloads of our possessions to his sister’s house for storage. We are so thankful she is letting us pack our house into her basement.
5/30/13: Edited one year and about a month later to say that we (and family & friends) packed A LOT of boxes in order to move us out of our old house and into a new one. I should have counted the trips he took to his sister’s house to store things there. It’s amazing what you collect over the course of living in one place for 9 years…
