Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Ice, Ice Baby

Best expert on the red panda!

I love running through life and celebrating birthdays with my running friends!

Sunday night, the weather did a number on Indiana.  Freezing rain left a thick layer of ice over our entire yard and neighboring roads.  Poor Rosie took one step out the back patio and learned how to skate.  I prayed that I wouldn't take a tumble.  A neighbor told me to take "penguin steps" to avoid falling to which I complied (but at the same time wondered if I was being punked).  I don't know which looks more funny: a fall on the ice or an adult walking like a penguin.

Church attendance was low.  The ice scared away those who were not interested in doing the penguin walk into church.  The icky weather left my boys feeling cooped up with excess energy to burn.  And so they decided church was the best place to get out the "wiggles. "  (Something seems off when I'm yelling at my kids while walking out of church.)

As a surprise to no one, the ice did not scare Cooper.  After church, he slid on his slippery shoes (his pool slides) and raced onto our icy drive.   Somehow, he convinced Rosie to join in the fun.  (How I wish I would have shot video!)  While I know the South Korean olympics have more professional looking performances, Cooper and Rosie provided just as much entertainment.  If asked to judge, I would have flashed them a ten for their tandem routine.

Today, the weather took a turn for the warmer.  The ice has practically all but melted.  The Vitamin D from the sun has transformed all of our dispositions for the better.  But Cooper holds a grudge and misses having his own private ice rink. 

Friday, February 9, 2018

Puppy Love

Miss Rosie.

When ice is forming on your face and hair, you know it's a cold run!

Before we picked up our puppy Rosie, I'd be warned about dogs.  Friends cautioned about the chewing, slobber, hair, and carpet stains.  I was also told that despite my kids many promises, I would be tending to the dog.

I always believed that my family would be the exception.

It's a fatal flow of mine.

Within the first week of being a pet owner, I experienced every stereotype and byproduct of having a puppy.

On Sunday, I encouraged (strongly) the boys to take the puppy on a walk.  From their comfortable places on the couch, they uttered a litany of excuses.

It's too cold.

She doesn't need a walk.

I'm tired.

On the 19th excuse, I snapped and yelled loudly encouraged them to walk the dog.  One son jumped off the couch.  The other sons cowered in the corner, afraid to unleash one more word.

The rest of the day, my foul mood trailed with me.

That evening, Chris arrived home three hours late from his ER shift.  His scrubs were doused in blood, and his body look beat.

"I'm so mad at you," I exclaimed.  "I can't out-bad day you."

And with the infusion of a little humor and a dose of perspective, my mood began to shift.

A friend told me that owning a dog is great if you get past the first year.

We've got 11 months to go.