One proud momma!
These two dogs are just the sweetest.
The first night (Mon.) they slept in their crate from 9p.m. til 12:50a.m. out to do their business and back in their crate until 6a.m. Outside again and in bed with me until 8a.m. sleeping.
Last night was the ultimate though -
in bed at 9p.m. and not up to go outside until 5:50a.m. they were not having anything to do with going back in their crate and hubby relented and put them in bed with us. He left for work and the puppies and I slept until 7:00a.m.
They ate, went outside, played/fought with each other and this is them at 8:10a.m. WORN OUT!
My boys decided that they were unsure of the names - main reason because what will they say when their friends ask? I told them to say their names and their reply was ~ they'll all think it's stupid and not know who Posh & Becks are (in real life).
Gotta love the start of these teenage years.
There have been many many times in my 13 years of being a mother where I have felt so inadequate, so lost, so confused. BUT, I can see now that that is nothing compared to the years that lie ahead of me as a mother. I don't know if it's getting these puppies and seeing how young they are (6 weeks old) that all these emotions are running through me this morning.
When did my boys grow up to be 13, 12, and almost 11. I remember when I had all three of them and they were under the age of 3. It was hard but I loved it. I think God knew how much I needed a routine, a schedule, a plan. My sister had just taken some classes at church about parenting and she shared that information with me and let me tell you what a life saver it was.
God had the plan first of making things organized for me ~ my oldest son was born on a Monday, my middle son born on a Wednesday and my youngest son born on a Friday. They were all born during duty day hours as well. My oldest was born on the 14th of March, a year and 3 months later my middle was born on the 14th of June and a year and 3 months later my youngest was born on the 13th of September. My youngest would have held out until the 14th if I had not fallen on my knees on the ice in Iceland ~ sent me straight into labor. Here is even more organization - my youngest was born on September 13th (Friday), weighed in at 8lbs 13 oz., born at 5:13 p.m.
They grow up so fast - I never believed that saying when they were ages 1,2, and 3. I know I prayed everyday that God would get me through and I know even more now that I'm going to have to pray several times a day that God get me through these teenage years!
Enough about that ~
have to get ready to take my puppies for their first shots, go grocery shopping and get ready for my painting class this evening.
Have a great WEDNESDAY!