Safety First

Jack is all about being safe and wearing his bike helmet. And hey, you never know when you might take a tumble off the potty and land on your head..

Happy Thanksgiving

Yes, these are old now, I know, but I figured I needed to take care of the Thanksgiving post before Christmas comes along. We had a really nice Thanksgiving dinner at our house with Brent's family and my family. Jack made a great show of pretending to eat  his dinner. Once dessert was served, he wasn't messing around anymore.  He scarfed down two pieces of pie and asked for more. He gets this sweet tooth from me.

(not pictured: me, the photographer and Brent's grandma, hiding)
We had to make one last trip to the apple orchards to satisfy my pregnancy craving for crisp apples. This time at least it wasn't raining. 

An Empty Spot in the Corner

We finally made the painful decision to put our dog, Cheeko, to sleep this week. Even though I had known for a few months that he had heart failure and was going to die, this has still been unbelievably hard. All of a sudden there are no toenails tapping their way down the hallway, no wet nose to meet me at the door, and empty spots all around the house where the beds and food dishes once were. I'm struggling to understand why the loss of a yappy little ankle biter is hitting me so hard, especially in a world where people endure far greater hardships. Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones?

I have some really cute pictures of Jack playing in the snow that I'll upload soon. I'm just not feeling it today...