In April, 2010, when Andrew was 2 1/2, a tumor was discovered behind his eye. The tumor was removed, but it was found to be an aggressive cancer. He endured seven months of chemo and six weeks radiation. In December of 2010, the day after his last treatment, he was rushed to the ER with an almost fatal bacterial infection. He survived.

He is now seven-years-old!! I don't visit here much, because during the ordeal, this is where I dumped everything--my rage, my fear, my sadness, my ugly, my hope, my everything. But I want all of you who supported and prayed for us to hear his updates. You helped me survive, and I am deeply thankful. Every once in awhile, I will check in to let you know how he's doing. Please continue to pray that cancer will never return to his body. Thank you.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

My Dog Is Getting Fat...

My dog is suddenly looking pudgy.  At first, I was worried that she might have some dread dog disease that had decreased her metabolism or simply caused her to gain weight.  I took her to the vet.  She is okay. Okay, but  fat.

And then (ta da!) I realized, the reasons are simple and so common:

AGE:  She is getting old.  Join the club, dear Maisy.  She will turn 9 in June.

DIET:   I think the macaroni missiles, the peanut butter and jelly bombs, and the cheerio barrage are finally catching up to her.  For the last six years, the dogs have been heartily fed by my children.  When my first child decided he no longer wanted to share, the dogs started hovering around the second child's chair.  They are now on to the third, and when HE doesn't "want" to share, the dogs often take matters into their own, well, teeth.  The saying  "like taking candy from a baby" also goes for ham sandwiches, and chunks of cheese.  Maisy eats too much. 

EXERCISE:   I feel so guilty here.  I exercise every day, but my poor dogs are desperate for walks, and I don't provide them very often.  I should get up early and walk them, but I am not a morning person, and my husband often leaves for work before I am even awake.   I could walk them at night when my husband gets home (late), but then it is dark; I am exhausted; and it just doesn't happen.  So I am somewhat stuck with walking the dogs during the day, with at least one child.  Herein lies the problem.

First of all, walking three (poorly trained) dogs is difficult enough when I am alone.  They are a web of moving leashes.  On one occasion, I actually tripped and fell on my face in front of the neighbors.  How do those professional dog walkers do it?

 But when I add in a two-year-old who NEEDS to hold one of  the leashes (but lets go frequently),  a four-year-old who wants to ride his scooter (but doesn't want to wait for the rest of us "slow pokes"), and a six-year-old who walks as if he is 95 (with a slow shuffle),  I become the "crazy neighbor lady" yelling up one side of the sidewalk, and down the other.  "Get back here!" "Stop at that stop sign!" WAIT!!!"and then I turn around towards the shuffler,  "PLEeeaaASE hurry up" and then pleadingly to my side, "How about I hold the leash and you hold my hand...please?" And so I wander down the street yelling, "WAIT!" "Hurry up!"  "STOP MAISY, STOP!! as I chase the runaway dog, leaving three young children in my wake. 

Even with just one child we are a spectacle of lunacy.  So Maisy doesn't get enough exercise.

Even with dogs, it comes down to those same dread words:  Diet and Exercise.

And the words that usually follow them: Excuses. Good excuses, but excuses nonetheless.

I think we need to make some life changes Maisy.   It's not going to be easy.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks so much for your sweet words on my blog! So much encouragement!

    Your own family is so cutesy! I love the word image you paint of you walking all of them. I SO know. I used to think I liked to talk a lot. And then I was forced to talk. A lot. (come here, stop that, where's the toddler?, what are you doing?, they make that with.., they are different because.., oh, my the words)

    I've got you linked up now on my blog as well!


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