smoooooshable!
He’s got the cutest lil smoooooshably cute face…
 And just because I did not make him sleep in the dog crate because he whined and whimpered and sounded totally completely 100% pathetic does not by any means make me a softy or mean I like puppies or that I think he’s adorable so DON’T EVEN THINK THAT, OK?
Ok. Good. Now that that’s clear, I’m back to being in a panic about my baby leaving for Europe tonight. Heh.
Meet the newest member… Deogi.
So, remember that puppy we weren’t getting? That I didn’t want? That the pup was totally attached too since she helped at his birth, dropped him on his head and almost killed him, and helped nurse him back to health? Yeah. Well. Meet Deogi.
That’s deeOHgee (soft g, like gigi). Sounds like a Japanese Anime Character name. Stands for D. O. G. Otherwise known as Dropped On Ground. (Thanks TBF. *L*) When the kids were thinking of Names – I said “Lucky.” with a smirk, and they said NO! Because it was “too cliche!” So I said Deogi, and The Boy was like “nah.” and so i said “Fine. Lookit that dog in the eyes and tell me what he says his name is, and that’s what it’ll be.”
The boy did so. And said “Aw MAN! Deogi it is!”
Today.
At 12:33am, I looked at The Boy, and said those words I’d been dreading all week. “Happy 15th birthday, baby!” And then I spent 15 minutes saying “you are TOO still my baby!” and chasing him around to deliver birthday spankings.
What were you doing? Sleeping? HA! How boring!
But yes, 15 years ago today, after an exhausting 28.5 hours of back labor AND an emergancy c-section, I held my firstborn, my baby boy in my arms for the first time. He was a squalling little wrinkly mess, and the most beautiful baby i’d ever seen.
Stuff.
So, this morning, I got a call that every mama dreads. The one saying “Mom, come to pick me up, the teacher wants to talk to you.” Crap! The child in question was The Boy. The teacher in question, Hendy, the Choir teacher. Other things happening today – end of quarter grades and eligibility checks for those going to Europe.
Can you SEE where my mind went INSTANTLY? Yup. “If he’s ineligible and doesn’t get to go there will be BLOOD SHED, I SWEAR IT!” Exactly. So, I hopped in the shower, got dressed, and stepped outside. And realized that with a Sick Pup for the past two days I hadn’t given any thought to HOW MUCH SNOW we’d gotten. Holy white stuff, snowman! Think I’m kidding? HA!
hahahahahah!
In an email from a prospective client:
This is also a pretty time sensitive project, so the sooner we can get this
rolling the better, if your workload is swamped that’s cool and I understand but I do need to hear back from you by noon pacific on 3/8 if you have the bandwidth to get this up, I’d like to have it complete by 3/11.
Um. I’m good. And fast. But not *That* fast! Holy cow. THREE DAYS? Not gonna happen. I got other clients!
And writing!
And Stuff!
Speaking of – Tomorrow on Watching Survivor – I totally have an awesome interview by a Past Survivor. Be sure and check it out!
(there mom! two days in a row! happy? *grins*)
