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A little bit of an identity crisis

When I first suggested the name “Zoe” to Brad he said absolutley not, that he only knows dogs named Zoe. He said the same thing about Chloe. Well, maybe he was right…my child believes that she’s a dog. My dog believes he’s a human. It’s a mixed up world we live in people. Seriously though. Zoe has no siblings, she just has animals. So, somewhere in her tiny little brain, a brain that functions like a genius 99% of the time, she has convinced herself that she is a dog. Maybe it’s our fault, we do, after all, tell Hemmingway to be nice to his sister. He’s a great big brother, he really is. Maybe I should rephrase that and say he’s a great HUGE brother. So many times I’ve put Zoe on the bed {before she could move} and I would tell Hemmingway to watch her while I went to the bathroom, got dressed, did my hair. He really is a fantastic babysitter. And as she learned to scoot her little body, she would scoot right over to him and tug away at his ears, his tail, pat his body. Hemmingway looks at me for direction and I tell him that he’s being a good boy and to stay very still. That dog has a sixth sense about Zoe. He steps on my feet 50,000 times a day…but Zoe? Never. Well, to be completely truthful, probably like twice in the past 10 months…so in my book, that counts as never.

{Meeting each other for the first time}
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{I LOVE Hemmi’s face here}

Ok, maybe she doesn’t really think that she’s a dog. Maybe it’s just that dogs and babies like the same things. I began to really pay attention to this last week when we were playing outside with Zoe’s water table. There are some balls that come with it, and as I was playing with them I noticed Zoe and Hemmingway’s heads moving simultaneously. So I did a little experiment. Up, down, side to side, I moved the balls and to my amusement both heads followed. I tossed them in the air, they both flinched. I put it down the center tower, their eyes were riveted to the ball slowly going through the tower. I started paying attention to how much Zoe loves balls…like, really loves them. She has this purple medium sized plastic ball and yesterday she crawled around the floor chasing it. I say “chasing” because as she tried to grab it she would inevitably push it farther away from her. Around and around the living room she went until she ended up under the dining room table. It was pretty entertaining to watch.

Lately, Zoe feels like she should have a crate like her big brother. We’re dog sitting, so we have a second crate set up next to Hemmingway’s. On more than one occasion I have found Zoe crawling into the crate. I keep telling her that she has a nice cozy crib upstairs…but she prefers the crate, at least to play in. Hemmingway, on the other hand, as we all know, believes that it’s his divine right to sleep on our bed. There is confusion in the ranks =)


Last week I bought Zoe a new book. This isn’t an isolated event. We buy books all the time. She loves to read. She crawls over to her bookshelf and goes through all her book dozens of times every day. But, this book is different. It’s a book about how God made frogs special, and there’s a little frog that you’re supposed to squeak every time that you turn a page. Zoe loves it. Hemmingway loves it. When we read this particular book Zoe sits on my lap and Hemmingway sits immediately next to us, ears alert, both of them focused intently on that book. It’s kinda funny to watch. To them, there is nothing better than a squeak toy. Once, after a trip to the groomers I bought Avery a chicken toy as a treat. Avery loved that toy. I’ve never seen her play like that. At the time I’d also never seen the daughter that I birthed put a dog toy in her mouth and try to play tug-of-war with the dogs! That happened the first day the toy came home. That toy lasted for about 3 weeks before it met the jaws of Hemmingway, and every single day of those 3 weeks it rotated between Avery, Hemmingway, and Zoe. They played tug-of-war with it, fetch, hide and go seek, capture the flag…you name it, those dogs {and my daughter} played it with that silly toy. Her latest obsession is Hemmingway’s Kong. I swear, if you put her in a room full of toys and throw in a few dog toys…she will gravitate towards the dog toys. Every time.


And I don’t know what it is about dog food that Zoe finds so dang delicious, but on numerous occasions I have had to retrieve dog food from her mouth. I tell her every time how disgusting it is, but she just doesn’t agree with me. To Zoe, dog food is a delicious delicacy to be enjoyed in those brief moments that mommy isn’t looking. And the water dishes? Oh, boy! The water dishes are the most fun toys EVER! In fact, Zoe has discovered that it’s fun to get soaking wet in 1 minute flat just by splashing a little bit and then turning the whole thing upside down.

{naked after she got herself soaking wet}

But, more than anything, Zoe just likes to hang out with them. To her, Hemmingway and Avery are her very best friends in the entire world. She delights in their presence. She loves on them, laughs with them, and plays with them all day long. They watch over her, they comfort her when she cries, Hemmingway gets genuinely distresses when Zoe is upset for long periods of time, they check in on her if they happened to be in a different room than she is, at the dog park they race around like madmen but believe you me, they come back to check on their Zoe. It’s really quite something to watch.


{This one was taken today, when Zoe was trying to climb the stairs again. Please don’t freak out…I was there the whole time.}

To be completely honest, the relationship between Hemmignway and Zoe is the only reason that I haven’t given him away. So many times in the past 10 months I’ve wanted to put him up for adoption. It’s not his fault, the dog’s a really good dog…it’s just that somedays a baby + 2 dogs + 2 cats + a husband + me = way too many needs to fulfill in one day. But, alas, Hemmingway will remain a part of this family because of his love for us. Dogs really are a man’s best friend. And in this case, a babies.

Do you have kids and animals? How does it work in your house?


A list on steriods

Because I asked so nicely yesterday…we’re going to talk about Nate for just a second. I promise, only a second… I have other stuff I want to tell you about today.

Nate. First of all…how stinking cute is he? Second, he was in the Surprise Oprah thing that they did and this is what he said, “Your house should tell the story about who you are and where you’re going.” I almost laughed when he said that….but I don’t think he was joking. The story that my house tells is 1) not a story about who I am, and 2) the most random, hodge podge story you ever read. I have high aspirations for the next house that we live in. I’ve never had a legit house to decorate. I was the epitome of a college student before marry Brad and all my furniture was either given to me, or cost about $20 at Walmart. If it cost $20. See, here’s the deal…I’m ridiculously cheap. RIDICULOUSLY cheap. I don’t understand what normal things cost because more than likely I would NEVER spend that kind of money on it, or I’m just always looking at clearance racks. For instance, the other day I was reading a blog and the author did this room reveal of her little boy’s toddler room. Holy Crap. That room literally cost a couple thousand dollars easy. The shelves in the room are these beautiful cafe style shelves from this company called Ballard Designs. Having never heard of Ballard Designs, and being nosy, I looked up the shelves online. They cost MINIMUM $140 a piece FOR THE SMALL ONES {a couple feet long} and she had 3! THREE!!!!!! Don’t get me wrong. I’m more jealous than anything…the room is absolutely beautiful, it’s custom done. Custom bedding, custom artwork, custom cubicle shelving….it’s ridiculously great. It tells a story. A story which will never be told in my house because I cringe at spending $20 on shelves at Target. But, just so you have advance notice. One day, when Brad and I are out of this house, you’re going to be reading a lot of blogs about decorating….because I’m going to be decorating my little heart out…cheaply.

Up next, let’s talk about my family. I am the second oldest of 5 kids. I have 2 lovely parents. I grew up in the country. None of these details are really relevant at all to the story that I’m about to tell you. Yesterday I got a text from my sister that said, “Hey. What are you doing? Do you want to do anything? I said, “Sure. What do you have in mind?” The text I got back was, “Take the dogs to the dog park? Exercise? Plan Zoe’s first birhtday party? Go wedding dress shopping? Game night?” Um…sweetie, you’re going to have to narrow that one down. We decided that we would go to Sonny’s BBQ b/c we had a coupon. I told her we would be there in 30 minutes and she said that she would leave in a few. {I’m going to add that at the time of this text it’s 5:40pm…so, think hungry crying baby in the backseat}. We pull into Sonny’s 27 minutes after I sent that text. My sister? She had just left….she lives on the OTHER SIDE OF TOWN. And then she decided to stop at the bank. And then she got lost. Jessica lives by her own clock. We all just live around it. Seriously though, if we’ve planned something with my family I immediately make it 1 – 1 1/2 hours later in my head…and sometimes that’s not even enough.

{Trying to explain to Zoe where her aunt Jess is}
{This one needs no explanation}
{My sanity…Diet Coke}
{The lady of the hour}
{Zoe’s happy to see her aunt Jess}

So, that was fun.

We’ve picked the location of Zoe’s first birthday party. It’s this park pretty close to our house. We go for walks there in the evenings. The upside is that it’s beautiful. The downside is that there’s no table, chairs, or running water…so we’re going to have to bring everything in. Here’s some pictures from our latest walk. I’m standing in the same place and just looking in different directions.


It’s going to be awesome. Hopefully.

This morning Brad was taken out by 2 of our animals. The first time Mr. Darcy was running out of the nursery, Brad was in the hallway, he tried to get out of Mr. Darcy’s way and tripped over his feet. I couldn’t stop laughing. The we were in our room and Brad was backing up…except Hemmingway was standing directly behind him. He managed to not swear and I laughed hysterically. We escaped our personal zoo to go to Jacksonville’s. I’m planning on doing a whole post on this…but here’s a few pictures just for fun.

{Brad’s arch-enemy…the ostrich}
{Taking a little break from the heat}
{My favorite people on the planet}
{On the African loop there’s a few trees FULL of nesting birds! So cool}

And finally….I figured out how to sync my phone with my computer. It took me 1 1/2 hours. Are you KIDDING me? I am sooooooo not a techie kind of person, but neither is Brad…so I have to be. Bleh. AND…bonus, I took screen shots of the process. Well, only part of the process. About halfway through I figured out how to do it. That was a whole 10 minutes all on it’s own. But, wait! That’s not all…

{I figured out how to get the videos off my phone ONTO my computer and then UPLOADED to YouTube.}
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{This screen was supposed to help…but didn’t}
sync 2
{Somehow I ended up here. How? I have no idea. But I did.}
sync 1
{This is where you see that I named my phone Beauregard. And apparently that my phone and computer have been synced. My pictures are on my computer. No clue where}
sync 3
{Google. How to… Hitting buttons. searching, searching, searching. Do not see my pictures on my computer}
sync 5
{I see them in my “collection” but not my computer}
sync 4
{But, then…I see this folder that says “From Beauregard” in My Pictures. I click on it.}
sync 6
{I rejoice}
sync 7

Ta-da!!!! I’m one happy girl! One of these days I’m going to understand this stuff…

And that’s it folks. There’s my list on steroids. Have a fantastic weekend! By the way, what are you doing on this delightful holiday weekend?