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3 Dogs

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I don’t think you’ve ever seen all 3 dogs together. Here they are!

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December 28th, 2012 at 11:30 am

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Get your cat fixed for free!

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Cats residing in the 80205 zip code can get spayed or neutered for free! There are just 3 days left (sorry I didn’t tell you about this sooner): December 23, 26, and 30. For more information, visit the Metro Denver Shelter Alliance website.

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December 17th, 2012 at 2:43 pm

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A Day

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Soren hasn’t been sleeping much, and this is hard for me. I like turning off my light and going off duty every evening. Do you know what I mean? I like when Soren goes to bed at a reasonable hour in the evening and stays there, uninterrupted, until a reasonable time in the morning (a “reasonable time” does not exist before 8 a.m.). This had been going reasonably well, until lately when Soren decided he doesn’t need to sleep.

Some days, he stays up until midnight. (We’re probably bad parents to allow this to happen, but I don’t know how you get a 3-year-old who doesn’t want to stay in bed to stay in bed, so it happens.) Some days, he goes to bed at a reasonable hour (I’m liberally construing “reasonable hour” as any time before 10) but then gets up an hour later and stays up for . . . however long he feels like staying up. Most nights, he gets up at a time between 2:00 and 6:00 a.m. and gets into bed with Ben and me. I don’t mind this at all on the rare occasions he gets in our bed and is normal. Most of the time, he fidgets, talks, makes noise, accidentally pulls my hair or lays (lies? I’m a professional editor and I don’t know this shit.) on my hair such that it pulls if I move, farts, is a 3-year-old, etc. When this happens, you tell him to go back to his bed. He doesn’t. If you insist, he’ll scream and cry for half an hour, and it’s just not worth it. Sometimes, he’ll decide on his own to go back to his bed, at which point you’re all, yessss!!!

Last night he came in during the 2s, I think, and was disruptive. I always tell him, dude, we’d let you stay in here all night — I even enjoy the snuggling — if you’d just be quiet and still. But no. Eventually, he sat up and said he was going back to his bed and I was all yessss!!! It takes me forever to fall back asleep but eventually I do and then eventually I wake up because some asshole cat is batting around something he knocked off the Christmas tree and it’s one of those loud and irregular noises through which I cannot sleep.

So I get up, and I’m not committed to being up so I don’t put my glasses on, and miraculously, even glasses-less I find the little candy cane thing that asshole is playing with, confiscate it, and peek into Soren’s room to see what he’s doing. He’s not there. I look again because I’m all glasses-less and WTF. Still not there. I then find the bathroom door closed and freak out for a second. Like, I think our house is safe enough for a 3-year-old who gets up in the middle of the night and wanders around but maybe it isn’t. I open the door and the lights are on and he’s lying on the floor. “Soren!” I yell and he wakes up. Holy shit I didn’t even know what to make of an unconscious blurry toddler on the bathroom floor at 6 in the morning for a second. He’s okay. But why in the hell is he sleeping on the bathroom floor with the light on?

I try to go back to sleep. This is one of my work-from-home days. Ben gets up to get ready for work and Soren talks to him constantly and I’m sleep deprived and grumpy. A few minutes later, I get up and grumpily move through my day, short-tempered and unforgiving.

This post was supposed to be about two things. The first was going be me being grumpy and short-tempered and having a bad day, and the second was going to be how I understand the profound ability parents have to affect the way their young children perceive events. At the end I was going to tie it together, saying that sometimes point 1 interferes with our ability to do point 2, but we can always do better tomorrow. But now I’ve spent so much time wallowing in grumpy I’ve completely lost point 2. I’ll take a stab at it for a second, anyway.

As parents, we have a profound ability to affect the way our young children perceive events. I came to really understand this before Soren’s last trip to the doctor. I talked it up. I even said, at one point, “Soren, if you’re not good tonight, you won’t get to go to the doctor tomorrow.” I carried on as if going to the doctor were the most awesome thing in the whole world.

As a result, Soren believed going to the doctor was the most awesome thing in the whole world. I shit you not, as we were on our way there, he enthusiastically asked, “Do I get to have a shot?!” and I was all, “Maybe, if you’re really good.” And he did get a shot, and he was the most amazing 3-year-old getting a shot ever, because he wasn’t scared of it and thought it was a good thing and it didn’t even occur to him that it would hurt. (FYI, he had seen the dogs get shots a few weeks earlier and I think it really helped that he knew he was getting a shot just like Sadie and Coltrane and Peaches.)

And I understand this power I have, but sometimes I’m too exhausted and fed up to use it. Those are the times I feel like a bad parent. Not that I am a bad parent, but sometimes I’m all, fuck, I’m terrible at this and can’t handle anything. We all have those feelings, don’t we? The best prescription for this is the same as the best prescription for any time you’re mad or sad or feeling out of sorts or have just been dumped or are on the verge of losing hope: Put on some headphones, crank Girl Talk’s All Day all the way up, and run as fast as you reasonably can for a while.

I did this today and felt much, much better. Then Peaches escaped from our fortified yard and I’m pretty sure I appeared to be an irresponsible, asshole dog owner to our awesome and helpful neighbor. Then I drove around the neighborhood with a shoeless and jacketless Soren, chasing the dog who suddenly decided she didn’t have to listen to me and looked at me like she didn’t even know me. I’d find her, pull the car over, get out, say “Peaches come!” and when she ran off, I’d get back in the car, find her, pull the car over, etc. I can think of two times a dog has gotten out of our yard in the past 5 years and it always freaks me out like nothing else. Dogs get hit by cars. This isn’t cool. You don’t really want a Rottweiler running around the neighborhood. I followed her and followed her until eventually she found something to eat in someone’s yard off Gilpin and something in the 20s and I got her. She was safe and we went home and then I cried for like half an hour while Soren said, over and over, “Don’t cry, mommy! Be happy!” This is the first time he’s seen me cry.

I can always do better tomrrow.

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December 13th, 2012 at 8:16 pm

Toddler Beds, Part II

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It was only a matter of time before Sadie realized that Soren’s bed is exceptionally comfy and accessible to min pins. She’s been spending a lot of time in Soren’s bed regardless of whether Soren is in there. If he’s not, she’ll often burrow under the blanket to snuggle, as min pins are wont to do. She especially enjoys doing this in the evenings. She’ll be on or under his blanket when he goes to bed, and Soren will do his best to get in without disturbing her, because he’s already learned that sleeping with a snuggly little dog is the best thing in the world.

This worries me, because sleeping with a snuggly little dog is the best thing in the world. Fortunately, Sadie has been getting up and joining Ben and me on the couch in the evenings and then coming to bed with us. This is good because if she slept with Soren all night, we’d have to get another little dog who would sleep with us and hey, we totally don’t need another dog.

Untitledsnuggly #minpin

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November 19th, 2012 at 11:43 am

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Grapes & Stuff

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dog party
dog party

Here’s what I’ve made:

Day of the Dead necklace

A Day of the Dead necklace (beads from Etsy).

Peanut butter cup ice cream. Holy shit. I followed the recipe exactly. Holy shit. This might be the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten in my life. Honestly, it doesn’t really need the peanut butter cups. Peanut butter ice cream (with no chocolate or other additives) might seem a little odd, but it’s really, really good.

mother & son bracelets

Matching mother and son bracelets. Soren and I went to Michaels the other day to get some beads and, well, we got some beads. Soren picked out most of them, including the multicolored round and peace sign beads you see here. I figure it’s a good challenge to make jewelry using the random stuff Soren picks out. The two purple beads next to each other on his bracelet were the result of poor planning on my part. When it breaks (and I’m sure it will) I’ll remake it and fix that.

It’s not new, but I can’t get enough of this song (this version is very short for some reason, but you get the point).

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October 21st, 2012 at 8:59 pm

My New Hobby

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my workout partner

You’ve probably already noticed that I’m a pathetic loser who doesn’t get out much. When I do get out, it’s almost always with my husband and/or child. Aside from sitting around the house making stuff and working out,1 I have no hobbies or, well, recreational things I actually do. And so I finally decided I should get out of the house without my husband and/or child to do something fun. What a great idea, right? The possibilities are endless, right? I could . . . well, um, I don’t know. I could go to a spa? Learn to knit? Eh, that doesn’t sound very exciting. So what then? What can I do for fun and why is it so hard for me to figure out what to do for fun?

After thinking and thinking and thinking, I finally had an idea: I could take Peaches to dog obedience class. What could be a more fun girl’s night out than taking a Rottweiler to dog class? Nothing — or at least nothing I could think of — could be more fun.

And so it came to be that I took Peaches to dog class. I was a little nervous about this, because Peaches is very, very strong and has gotten aggressive with other dogs twice since we’ve had her,2 so I knew this could possibly happen again. The good news is it did not happen again and (if you can believe it) I had the most normal dog in dog class for the first time in my life.3 Someone actually asked her dog why he couldn’t be “normal, like that dog,” indicating Peaches. This made me LOL because 99 times out of 100, I’m the one saying that to my dog.

Aside from being completely unwilling to do “down” on a tile floor, Peaches was fantastic. She especially loves “watch me,” where you have a treat in your hand and hold it in front of your face so your dog will learn to look at you on command. She will gaze lovingly into your eyes for hours. That’s the thing with her — and maybe Rottweilers in general — and part of why I thought it would be cool to take her to class. You know how dogs are motivated by different things — like, some are food motivated and some are ball motivated? Well, being a dog, Peaches is food motivated. But she’s also, if this is even a thing, love motivated. I’ve never known a dog who wants so much with the very essence of her being to be loved. She wants to be with you and she wants you to love her more than she wants just about anything. It’s really, really awesome. Plus she’s very smart and I figured she needs a hobby as much as I do.

Next week, we’ll have to continue girls’ night out after class. We can go out for a beer. We can have adventures around the city, like an adult version of Good Dog, Carl. It’ll be awesome.
1. Does “working out” count as a hobby? On the one hand, it takes up quite a bit of my time, but on the other hand, that’s a pretty lame hobby.
2. The first time was when a dog approached Soren and the second time was when we were at the dog park and I don’t know what about the particular dog set her off. Although terrifying, neither incident resulted in injury.
3. I think I’ve mentioned this before, but when we took Coltrane to class, the teacher had to build an actual wall around us because Coltrane couldn’t function with all the stimulation. Sadie did pretty well in class but is, well, Sadie.

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October 19th, 2012 at 12:59 pm

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Min Pin Snuggles

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Snuggly. #minpin #toddler

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September 18th, 2012 at 11:26 am

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