I can't find Doe. Doe, is Bears cuddle, his lovey, the little bear head with a blanket instead of a body. The one thing that he has to sleep with. The thing that we left at a friends house accidentally one day and mommy said, "oh no we will be fine with out it. I will just get it tomorrow." and then we had the night from hell. He didn't go to sleep until like 11pm because he was screaming so hard and the only reason he fell asleep was from sheer exhaustion and then didn't take a nap the next day. Oh no. What am I going to do. I have turned this house upside down looking for it. I am afraid that Duke found it and hid it somewhere. AUGH!!! I am so jittery right now thinking about what I am going to pull out of my arse in the next 15 minutes. What do you think the chances are of him becoming VERY attached to something else in the next 15 minutes and forgetting all about Doe?
No I am not talking about a rock concert, I am talking about Bears new thing. Well it is not really new, he did this for awhile a few months ago and then stopped. Back then it was the car seat and the couch and me. But now he is doing it again. He sits down in front of something, usually hard, and throws his head back repeatedly until I move him away. 5 minutes later he is back at it. I tried to ignore it, I would say "wow Bear, that must really hurt!" and walk away. But now he is doing it on the heater vent, corners of the wall, the TV, the fridge, and he tries it on other people heads too... I am just afraid he is going to cause brain damage. I even got down one night after he was in bed and tried it myself just to see what the thrill was, and believe you me, it hurts! Is this a phase? Is he autistic? I am not making light of the autism thing, I really am worried. The doc said not to worry, he seems fine. It doesn't seem so fine, when I watch my baby bang his head on the metal heater vent with this little weird smile on his face staring up into space. Not so fine. Really. I hope this is a phase. I can just see myself taking him to college and having to pad the walls in his dorm room...
I am not the cussing type. But tonight, the situation warrants it. I went to my sisters 8th grade graduation. The dogs were put away for 4 hours. 4 hours. Not a day, not even half a day. All they had to do was "hold it" for 4 hours. I even took them on a walk before hand to release any extra energy. Both pooped and peed. I thought we were golden. I thought wrong. I walk into the house and it hit me like a brick wall. S*** It was all I could smell. I prayed that it was not Tela. She is confined, but only to my bedroom. That mess would of been phenomenal. I opened the door, and the brick wall that hit me when I walked in the house, was back with a vengeance. I took one look at Duke in his crate and turned around and walked away. Now you may think this was mean. Believe me I felt bad for the little guy, he was covered in his own waste. But I had to get things ready for the transfer and cleaning of him and his crate. First I fed Bear. There was no way I would get anything done with him howling at me. Next I started a bath and put on some old sweats. Then I grabbed a huge trash bag and took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door. I took Duke out, set him on the bag and wrapped him in it. He did not like this, but I did not care. I set him down in the tub which he promptly decided to jump out of. I put him back in. It was a game we played the entire bath. I have never been so grossed out. This dog was covered in crap. It might of been easier had he not had diarrhea. Yes that's right. The dog had the Hershey squirts and then rolled in it. After a VERY long a thorough bath, he was released to tear up the phone book while I tackled the crate. Blankets, stuffed dog, and something else that was unidentifiable, all got chucked in the washer. Thank God I got the washer with the sanitary cycle. Because those things are taking quite a few trips through that cycle tonight. Duke is back in his now depooped home. I have been through similar things with Bear, but nothing could of prepared me for this night. And by the way, D, if you want me to buy you another crate, I completely understand!
I am sitting here and all I can think about is that I want to have 6 kids. I do not know where this is coming from. I can hardly make it through one day with one child. I just loved coming from a big family. The chaos, the laughs, the fights, and always having someone there for you. Even if you are fighting with a few of them. Odds are, there is one that isn't angry at you. Maybe I will have that.
Daddy and I celebrated our 2nd year of marriage this last weekend. Yes that is right, we have lived together for 2 years and we are both still alive. It amazes me sometimes. To celebrate, we went camping. My sister has been working on me for a few months now to leave Baby Bear with her on an over nighter. She really stepped it up once he turned one. So we planned the weekend, found a campsite as close as we could, 21.48 miles away and left Bear and Dukas with her. I was a wreck. At one point in the evening, Daddy told me how proud he was of me for not mentioning Bear for awhile. Little did he know the thoughts running through my mind. "Is he okay, did he eat all his veggies, is he taking the milk I sent, will he go to sleep okay, is he crying hysterically for me, is Duke peeing all over the house?" It was a circus in my head. At about 10pm, I called it quits. I told Daddy I was done camping, I needed to go see Bear and I was leaving with or with out him. He pointed out to me that Bear was already in bed, and if anything was wrong, Kim would of contacted us. I gave in a little. I told me we would just move our camp to thier back yard. In case anything happened, I would be right there. He said "no." He had the keys so I really didn't have any legs left to stand on. I thought about walking, but by the time I made it there, Daddy Bear would of been pulling in to the driveway ready to take us home. So being my lazy self, I decided I would tough it out and wait. So we stayed. We brought one tent. It is a 4 person tent. You would think that it would be big enough for 2 adults and a dog. I was mistaken. I laid out sleeping bags for the humans. I laid out a blanket for Tela. When it was time for bed, Tela wanted nothing to do with her blanket. She immediately went and laid down in the middle of our bags. I said, "not only no, heck no." We moved her and laid down. I on the outside, J in the middle and Tela on the other side. I don't know how many times I woke up that night with my face in the side of the tent. I had to wake up J so he could wake up Tela and move her over. It must of been about 50 times. I am not kidding. That dog cuddles. And it isn't a cute little cuddle at your feet and keep them warm, it was a full on body cuddle. She was spooning my husband! Despite all the waking up so that I wouldn't suffocate in the tent, it was a good night. We slept in until 9! That's right, me the queen of never sleeping past 7 because half my day has been wasted, slept in until 9am! It felt nice. Daddy Bear made us breakfast and we just hung out. Kim wasn't going to be home from church until 1, so we had a lot of hanging out to do. Of course every 10 minutes I was asking Daddy what time it was, and he got a little agitated. But we made it, and finally got to leave and go get Bear. He was fine. Which kind of hurt my feelings that he wasn't more torn up about not being with me for 19 hours. I would of liked for him to at least shed a few tears. But he didn't, he was fine. And Duke did not pee in their house once! Hallelujah! Speaking of that, he is getting much better at that. Yesterday he went and stood at the back door until Daddy let him out to potty. And when we let him out of his crate, he heads right for the back door. We don't even have to go out with him, he runs out, we stand at the door watching, he does his business and comes back. Now, this morning, he ran to the door, I opened it and he squatted right there on the back porch, but still, at least he went outside. That is all I can ask for at this point. Tonight I walked Tela and Dookie together. That was interesting. I had been walking them separately up until this point, but again, my laziness alarm kicked in. So I walked them together. It must of been a sight. Tela leading the way, and me pulling Duke along. I am not sure why, but he walks right behind me. I mean 2 inches from my heels behind me. I know it is either he is really afraid, or he recognizes me as the pack leader and he is just following. I like to think it is the second, but who knows. I am really working hard on Tela walking right next to me, and she was doing really well for awhile, but there are some neighborhood dogs that just get her all riled up so she is very uptight when we walk now. She is always on the alert for them. Welp that is my life in a nutshell.
Literally. We have finally found something that keeps Duke from biting Bear's toys, the furniture, our hands and feet, Tela's tail and basically anything that moves within 5 inches of his face. A bone. A good old fashioned bone. I don't know why we didn't think of it before. How obvious! It is in a song I sing to Bear for crying out loud!