Well. We decided to even up the score around here.
Two girls. And two boys.
Ahhh, feels good to finally say it. But actually, if we’re friends on facebook, you’ve known for a while. Well, a week. But prior to that, we kept it a secret for several weeks. I’m not sure of Kyle’s reasons, but mine were simple. I didn’t want anyone raining on our parade. I didn’t want the, “you’re crazy” comments. I didn’t want the, “are you sure??” comments. I didn’t want the negative energy, if you will. I just wanted to be excited for our family – because we were an excited family.
It all started with a google search (doesn’t everything).
Actually, it started when we got Duncan. We loved (love) watching Leah and Duncan grow together, so we always said we would get another one when Quinn turned one. It was kind of a joke, but mainly we were serious. It definitely seemed doable. But then somewhere in the chaos of actually having two babies and one 90lb dog I said no way. I wanted to wait. Kyle put some feelers out there and I shot him down (can you believe it?!). He pitched the idea of getting one next year and I said no way.
But then one day I was bored and decided to type lab puppies for sale in Missouri. Naturally, that yielded all kinds of adorable results. But one stuck out more than the others. It’s title was, “Christmas pups.” You guys. I have had a vision in my head of a yellow lab under the tree with a big red bow on it’s head for decades (really, decades). That’s one of the fun dreams Kyle and I had together. Who doesn’t want that?! (Besides my sister). So then I got to work on Kyle. I thought it would be an easy task because he had mentioned it so many times.
He didn’t take the bait.
He started talking crazy and saying things like, “I think we should wait.” What?! That was my line – and I had changed my tune. Jump on board, buddy! I told him, “okay, it’s not something I want to talk you into, so we can just wait.” But you guys, the “Christmas pups” were calling me! I re-pitched it a day later. And a day after that. Until we got in a fight over it.
“Kyle, why do we have to wait all of a sudden?! You have been telling me next year, what difference does a month make. What is going on? Why don’t you want one now? Can you just please imagine it with a bow on it’s head?!”
“Because I was going to surprise you FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY, OKAY?!”
Awwww, man. I ruined his surprise. But in my defense, I am not one for surprises :).
Needless to say, we hashed all that mess out and because he’s good to me – he let me have a Christmas present instead of a birthday present.
And now we’ve got this dog.
(I’d like to know how those people actually get pictures of puppies with big, red bows ON their heads… This was the best I could do).
We managed to keep it a surprise from 98% of you until we got him – and the other 2% didn’t know until a day or two before. (Well, and there was .5% who knew when we decided). I’ve still heard some, “you’re crazy,” comments, and they make me grit my teeth – but whatever. We’ve got our dog, and we love him.
We are puppy people, you guys. We are baby and puppy people. Kyle and I have dreamed of a full house of human and puppy creatures for the past 10 years – and now we’re making good on our promises – one little face at a time.
Kyle said (says), “are you sure you’re going to be able to handle 4 of them during the day?” And every morning when I wake up I’m not sure if I can. But I do. And every night they go to bed having had everything they needed during the day “handled.” This is what I want with my life, more than being some rockstar CEO, I want to clean up bodily fluid and cut up food into itty bitty pieces. I welcome the chaos. I whine about it, but I’m okay not sitting down until nap time. I choose to stay home and handle them – all four of them. I get mad at all of them throughout the day, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want them here. And I’m even happier now that we have the little guy here. Because he is honestly just the sweetest.
Samson really is a doll baby. He would make anyone want a puppy, I’m sure of it. He is a wonderful potty trainee, a sweet cuddle bug, a playful little hopper, and he oozes puppy breath. It just feels right that he’s here. Leah is having a ball with him – she already tries to train him (hey, someone should). Quinnie loves to pet and poke him. Dunkie is getting more and more comfortable with him by the second – and has really embraced the fact that he has a four legged playmate. And I just fawn over him – all day. I constantly tell Kyle, “look at him! watch him! isn’t he SO cute!” And he just nods in my direction, ugh. But he likes him, too, don’t worry.
So that’s where we are today. I’ve got myself a full house. It is absolutely insane, if it wasn’t before. Someone should film a day around here. Today Leah was sobbing on the time out step, and I was in the middle of talking to her about why she was there, Quinn was on my lap, Samson walks up and starts to squat, I throw Quinn off, Quinn screams, Duncan runs for his cage, I run Samson outside barefoot, slam the door behind me, Quinn is screaming at me with her face pressed against the glass, I’m hopping between feet to keep from getting frostbite until he’s done peeing, I go back in and try to console Quinn while also trying to pick up where I left off with Leah, which, at this point seems pointless… – and that’s just kind of life right now. And I wouldn’t change a thing. There is commotion 100% of the time. It keeps me on my frostbitten toes.